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emokpopgal · 4 years ago

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Entanglement - PART 1

Yandere! Ghost! Kyungsoo (D.O.) x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: Mention of suicide, violence, and guilt-tripping. Read at your own risk...

Part 1

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Empty.

It's all what Kyungsoo can describe the world before him. He weakly stands on his bathroom floors, eyes staring at his reflection in the mirror. His swollen eyes have developed bags underneath his eyelids accompanied by his build that obviously decreased in weight. He hadn't eaten properly ever since she left. He hadn't felt alive too

. What he only feels are the turmoil of sadness, guilt, and betrayal inside him. These feelings are what weighs heavily on his chest and he had cried so much that no more tears made its way out of his eyes; it's like he has evolved to be numbed to the effects. He feels like an empty husk of his former self. It's all my fault. He says to himself. He felt like he was the one to blame in putting such a relationship to waste. The 10 years of memories and hardships, gone. Their marriage, forgotten. If only he had changed sooner. But he couldn't figure out why. He did give her everything— a roof over her head, his undying love, and a lavish lifestyle. What more could she want? All he wanted was for her to stay, but how could she betray him like this? She promised him that she will stay by his side for all eternity and this was evidenced by her accepting the ring at the time of his proposal. He also promised to change his ways, and he did. But she still left. It has been a week since she abandoned him and the memory continues to play on his head like a broken record. "I want to break up." "What...?" "I said I want to break up, Kyungsoo. I can't handle this anymore!" "Jagi," Kyungsoo he says to her. He attempts to grab her hands in which she immediately swats away. "Is there something I did again? surely we can sort this out—" " I don't think I would want to sort this out again, Soo." "And why is that?" He questions. "I want to END this..." Y/N answers. He couldn't believe what she was saying. Is she really trying to do this now? He thought. "End... " He repeats, inquisitively. "A-are you serious?" Y/N, in response, just lowers her head and diverts her gaze on the floor. She's not the type to joke around on these type of situations. Her silence is enough to send him the sign that she is indeed serious on what she's saying. Anger is slowly building up to him. He can't fathom her intentions on abandoning a long term relationship and the marriage that is drawing near. "END?!" He shouts. "What is this bullshit, Y/N?! You want to END all we've been through?" He then plunges his fist into the wall, leaving light cracks on its surface. He's slowly loosing himself and is beginning to give in to the intensity of his emotions. Y/N flinches from the noise. His manner of speaking is starting to frighten her, but she promised herself that she won't back down. Even in the midst of fear, she forced open her mouth. "I-I don't care anymore, Soo! I don't want the marriage, and I...I—!!!" "YOU what Y/N?!" He threatens. "You don't wanna be with me anymore?" "Yes, Soo. And this is not—" "Oh please!" He interjects, kicking the furniture next to him. "This again?! Oh come on Y/N, you're really breaking it off when IT'S 6 MONTHS BEFORE OUR WEDDING?!" He's doing it again. Instead of reasoning out, he reverts to guilt-tripping. It's all because he's blinded by the emerging feelings inside of him and the rising fear of her leaving. He can't stop, he doesn't know how to and this is the only thing he knows on how to respond to these kind of situations. Deep inside, he wants her to take back all what she's saying. Anger is his weapon, but this time it wont affect her as much. "FUCKING YES, I AM!!!" She finally snaps, angered by his reaction and childish choice of actions.Now, she's using the same tricks as his. "Why? 'Cause you don't love me anymore? You don't LOVE me, who gave you everything for the past 10 fuckin' years?!" Yes, keep going. Tell her everything you did and throw it in her face, she is nothing without you. Let's see if she still has the guts to leave... "You really want me to answer that, Soo?" Y/N challenges him. "FINE!" Kyungsoo's eyes widens, fearing the possibilities of what she might say. "Soo, I can't love you anymore, you kept on HITTING me. And for the past 10 god-forsaken years, you still haven't learned to control your goddamn jealousy! I've endured all of this, because I LOVED you! But now I just can't take this anymore!" It's true. All of this is true. But he just simply cannot control himself, and again, he doesn't know how. And he just loves her too much to the point that he must do things in order to make her stay, even if it means that she will answer to his hands. But he changed didn't he? He even got some help like she always asked him to do. Was that not enough for her? "B-But I've changed Y/N!" He says, with tears starting to form around his eyes. "Tell me... When's the last time? It was like, months ago remember?" She remained quiet again, this time staring at him with mixture of sadness and contempt in her expression. "...Remember?" "Soo..." She says. "After the last time, my love for you started to fade away..." It puzzles him even more. What does she mean it started to fade away? Was he living with the mirage of her loving him all this time? "What?" He says. This is now his breaking point."What do you mean...?" "I don't love you as much anymore." She bluntly replies. "I thought I would love you again after you proposed. But I did not, especially the time you did it again..." Reminiscing those painful memories brought tears to Y/N as well. She can remember the pain of his broken promise that he will change for the better. The pain of his fists landing to her body and his insults towards her left a mark that she definitely won't forget. Then it hit him. The words that came from Y/N became a knife that pierced through his chest that sliced and cut his heart into a million pieces. He felt his body go numb as his tears made its way out if his eyes, trailing down his face. This can't be true — she couldn't possibly mean what she says, right? They have fought like this before and still managed to be together. Surely this will all pass and she will come back again. Or so he thought. "Y/N, y-you can't possibly m-mean that, r-right?" Kyungsoo pleads in between his sobs. "Please t-tell me you don't mean that!" "I meant what I said." Y/N hisses out. She rolls of the sleeves of her blouse, revealing her arms filled scars and cuts that came from Kyungsoo's beating. "All of this was from you, Soo! And I think this is alone is enough for me to end this." She covers her arms again and fixes the sleeves of her blouse. She takes an item from her purse, and brings it in front of Kyungsoo's face. The item was their engagement ring. It's silver luster and reflectious diamond stone mimic the light of the sunset rays coming from the window. "We're through." She says, then she proceeds to throw the ring across the room. The ring bounces off of the opposite wall and falls in the red, mahogany floors of Kyungsoo's house. It's impact on the floor emits a sharp tinging sound. He didn't attempt to look at where the ring has landed off to for he was still frozen of the events happening before him. She then takes one last glance at Kyungsoo, with the sharpest gaze she could muster. "This talk is done, goodbye Doh Kyungsoo. Don't contact me ever again." Y/N turns around and walks towards the door, but before she can reach the handle, Kyungsoo reaches to her, wrapping his arms on her waist with his face resting on her shoulder. She could feel his tears dampening her shirt. Why is she feeling bad? "Please," He says, sobbing. "P-please don't leave me! I will make things right, I'm sorry! I know I can't control myself sometimes but I swear I'll work on myself! Just don't—" Y/N sees the hysteric state the he's in. She is starting to feel guilty about what she is currently doing, but it has been decided that she would leave their toxic relationship. What is the essence of lavish living if she would just constantly live under his fists everyday? It's time that she should think about her own wellbeing rather than their both. She tries pry off his hold to her, but he won't budge. He is stronger than he looks. "Kyungsoo please..." She pleads as she squirms in his arms. "It's going to be the same again! Just let me go." He then lets go of her. It became clear to him that she no longer wants to do anything with him. He watches her make her way outside his house as she slams the door in front of him. Y/N is his whole world, and always will be. She was his savior from his own darkness, but the down side to that is, in certain times she takes all of it. The outcome of this is their frequent fights, leaves Y/N as always the loser, evidenced by the painful marks left on her skin. He did gave her everything, as he said. But...She still chose to leave Going back to reality, he stares at the object sitting at his sink. He's been contemplating of doing it, since he lost everything the day he lost her. However, he sets this plan aside for the moment, because he is yet to bring her back to him. He'll even beg in his knees if he has to. ----- SM Telecoms is the company that Y/N works for. On the foot of the building is a café, where he and Y/N would usually meet. This is where he often picks her up— he even knows her favorites from their menu. The café's exterior was made up of windows huge enough to see it inside, which is usually filled with customers from or outside the company. This is Y/N's hang out place after her work hours. Kyungsoo's car was parked parallel to the café, granting him a clear view of the place, even when he's on the other side of the road. He patiently anticipates the time she goes to the café. After a few hours of waiting, he spots her on the building's lobby, with her peers around her, seemingly chatting about some stuff he doesn't care about. She looks so normal, as if nothing has happened to her. He makes his way outside his car and crosses the road to meet her, which in turn just ends up him standing outside the building's entrance. There he can see her better, as she and her friends enter the café on the entrance on the building's lobby. He decides to observe them some more before barging in. Two of her female friends went to get their orders while she and a particular male friend sits on a spot together. They are sitting in the same side and appears to be chatting. Y/N seems to be enjoying it as she laughs along with him. She doesn't laugh like that around me... He thought. He took one step towards the entrance, then stopped again to take another glance at her. She looks so happy with them. This made him hesitant to continue on his intentions because he also thought that it would do nothing. It's pointless coming in here... I should just leave her alone. That's what she wants. It might be his excessive jealousy, but seeing her with another guy sent an overbearing amount of anger and hurt in his nerves. He can't continue on his plan anymore, for it appears that she had found someone else to lean on, therefore there is no point of him pursuing her. He confirmed it— she doesn't love him. He went back to his car, and drove away with such speed. The car ride back to his house was absolute hell -- he drove carrying the feeling of heartbreak and loneliness with small tears clouding his vision. He almost got caught for over speeding and even thought of crashing it to the traffic in front of him. He blames himself, yet he's pins all of this at her. He loves her, yet he loathes her. Days have passed, but he still feels the same. He even sent her hundreds of messages and missed calls, to which she didn't even bother to answer. His mind is slowly succumbing into madness. He abandoned everything — his family, his work, and his life is coming next. His family and coworkers are wondering where he is, because he's not even responding to their messages. He's closed himself off to everyone. He thinks that there is no more point in living, especially if she's not in there. The one who gave him purpose has thrown him away. Everything reminds him of her, and it's driving him insane. He wants her so bad but he can't have her anymore. All of his irrational thinking is clouding the clarity of his judgements and its spiraling him out of control. Drowning within the emotion of anger, sadness, and betrayal, he grabs the object that has been waiting for him for so long. His handgun. He begins loading it, and switches it off to safety. He takes one final breath, and then proceeds to point it on his head. The index finger of the hand that holds the gun brushes on its trigger, and in a split second. He fires. He brought his insanity in his grave. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Local Man commits suicide — Cause unknown; no letter found. Calling...

Mrs. Doh "Y/N! Y/N!!!" The voice calls to her in the midst of crying. "My dear Soo! *sob* H-He's gone! My S-s-soo's gone!!!" Y/N can only stare at the tv, wide eyed, with regret slowly creeping up to her. It's all my fault.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love is like wine as many would say; the longer it gets, the sweeter it tastes. But in the case of Y/n and Kyungsoo's relationship, the 'wine' in their 10 year relationship has grown moldy that it leaves a very strong, unpleasant taste. This only signifies that the love that binds them together has not been nurtured well, therefore creating a very sickening and pungent flavor. A flavor that only Y/N tastes between the two of them. In the beginning, she thought that he was the one. Others would say that she is lucky in having him in her life— very hardworking, mature, and has a future planned ahead of him. Y/N, on the other hand, compliments him. She is known to be steadfast yet loving and soft; a kind that every man needs. If one were to only view the tip of the iceberg, their relationship would be described as a "dream" relationship. But plunging further to its depths is where things goes in a much darker turn. Their relationship became toxic as she began to feel trapped under his spell. It's very suffocating, knowing that someone is slowly gaining control of your life. For her sake, she decided to end it all. But where did it land her? Did she get any satisfaction from what she's done? The sky is painted gray as countless of droplets plunge into the earth from the skies. It seems to mourn with them for the loss of their beloved Soo. People dressed in black has their tears mixed with rain as their wails adds to the sound of thunder that ravages the clouds. She stands in front of him, yet she couldn't take a look on where he's at. She's at pain too, and its because of the mixture of sorrow and guilt that she feels. She does cherish a handful of good memories with him, and she did love him nonethless. But she never expected that he would go like this. She also knows herself that she has something to do with this "Y/N," his mother calls to her. "I think this belongs to you. We found this at his house... I think you'll need this." In his mother's hand was a shiny, silver ring decorated with a big diamond gem — their engagement ring. It still shines despite the gloomy weather. She doesn't know why, but something's compelling her to not take the ring. It radiates a certain negative force, causing her fear that screams in the back of her psyche. She's afraid of the item, because it reminds her of him. Noticing that Y/N was not taking the ring, she grabs her left hand and proceeds to insert the ring on Y/N's ring finger. "Please don't loose this," she says to her. "This is the only thing that binds you to him..." They say that emotions get left behind on certain places or items. An example of this is the feeling of happiness, or nostalgia, upon seeing an item or a place that has made a special connection to you. This is also like looking at a photo, wherein as you look into the pictured world presented before you, you either feel the sensation of joy, longing, sadness, or any emotion you think attributed to the picture. This is the case for the ring he left for her. The memory of betrayal and anger has marked the object, thus Y/N sees this as something dreadful. These certain emotions harnesses energy emitted by the mind, thus attracts certain entities or beings beyond human comprehension. However, If these emotions are strong and lingered long enough, the entity it attracted will find it difficult to leave, because it has already made a strong connection to the emotions. What she thought she has left can never and WILL NEVER leave her at this point. The ring was still in her hand as she made her way back into her own home. Night came and enveloped her room in moderate darkness, with the moonlight shining on her. Her eyes can barely figure anything in the dark, yet it is still open. The longer she sees the ring, the more powerful the guilt grows inside of her, eating away what's left of her sanity. She is alone in her current house with no housemates or relatives to keep her company. She closes her eyes, yet she can still see his tear-stained face, begging for her. Finally, she delves into sleep but unbeknownst her, a pair of watchful eyes observe her in the darkness. It feeds off her strong emotions that is caused by the memories that haunts the ring. He promised to take her back, and he will. Even if he's in the afterlife.

A/N: I finally did it! My first post!!! More coming soon though, please be patient with me. Also, I do apologize if I took too long, did a lot of last-minute changes. Feel free to DM me to help me improve my work. Criticism is accepted, just as long as you are nice about it. See you again on the next part! ^____^

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sparklingpax · 4 years ago

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What It Costs

Love is sweet, love is loyalty, love is unwavering, love is....sacrifice. Sometimes, one does not remember the last part until it is simply....too late.

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A/N:

-Angst. This is angst. If some of y’all don’t like that stuff and/or are bothered by it, click off or scroll by, please. Thanks.

-Hhhhh speaking of that, I’ll have you know I’m terrible at this kind of writing. I gave it my all, however. I hope I did passably, at least...^^’’

-Um......I am very sorry if I made any errors, be it a typo or misinformation about something/someone, etc. I wrote a lot of this very late at night or at ungodly hours of the morning.....so that might explain a little of it ^~^’’ I’ll read through it as many times as possible after posting so I can catch and fix as many of those mistakes as possible....

-I’ll make this quick; sorry again to anyone who saw this the first time ^^’’ But this time, I’ve posted it intentionally so I hope you enjoy!! :’D

-This is only one, long part so dw about cliffhangers or waiting 10 centuries a long time for me to finish it :3

-Set in the TFP universe! And obviously, my attempt at some official OptiRatch content! :)

The sky was a dull, bleak grey.

Icy rain pelted the earth, pouring from the stormy skies with a vengeance as harsh winds tossed them around with an ominous whistling.

Yet the real storm had materialized inside the rocks—in the simple silo base where the Autobots resided.

Today, the children had not been able to come to the base.

Miko was in detention, Jack was busy working overtime at his job, and Raf was studying for a exam.

It was just one of those days.

“Thank Primus for peace and quiet!” Ratchet would have remarked as he usually did on days such as this.

However, things were all but calm—even as a prickly silence filled the air.

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“I…I cannot let you do that…” Optimus stammered at last. He bowed his head and shifted his gaze to the left, clearly uncomfortable. “It is only a mere relic, not worth the life—”

A fist pounded the wall, leaving a blackened scuff mark in the metal.

“DON’T YOU CARE?!” Ratchet practically screamed. Optimus’s eyes rounded with guilt as he turned his gaze back to the medic sharply.

“Of course I—”

“Then GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, OPTIMUS—” he hit the wall next to him once again, with more force. “It’s not about you!!!”

He spat those words so coldly, so jarringly sharp, Optimus felt his spark twist.

Old friend…I do not think you understand my intent at all…please be patient with me…

The Prime opened his mouth to speak, but Ratchet flashed him an even harsher glare, silencing any further words. Optimus again cast his eyes momentarily to the floor.

Pushing past his leader, Ratchet raised his fist, not turning to face Optimus, and flipped up his middle finger.

Optimus would have given an amused laugh.

‘Did one of the children teach you that custom?’ he wanted to ask jokingly, teasingly.

Agent Fowler had done it enough times for Optimus to understand what it meant.

But all he could do was stare after his medic as the older mech stalked over to the groundbridge controls. All kinds of alarms were going off in Optimus’s head, and yet all he could do was…watch.

Perhaps he could take no more of Ratchet’s harsh attitude—the anger that emanated off his old friend.

Perhaps he really wasn’t making the right decision, but Ratchet was.

Or perhaps…

You’re a coward, Optimus. A big, strong, coward.

“I’ll find the relic myself,” Ratchet announced to the other bots. Up until then, they had, unmoving and tense, watched the argument which had preceded all this.

Don’t go, my Starlight…or at least…let me go with you…But the Prime stood immobile, watching the old bot speak.

“I’ll find it myself and win us the war,” he repeated, still trembling with rage from minutes before. He turned that sharply angered expression—now laced with disdain—at the Autobot leader. “And I don’t need any backup.”

A swirling portal of green, white, and purple roared to life when the medic shoved the lever downwards, his expression only grim now. Without saying anymore, he then turned and transformed. An ambulance raced through the portal and disappeared seconds later.

While the Prime lingered absentmindedly near the bridge, eyes focusing on no one thing as he stared around, deep in thought, Bumblebee carefully padded over and pulled the lever up. The swishing, humming noise quickly faded as the groundbridge portal did, and silence rested over them once again.

Except that silence was still not peaceful.

Optimus soon found himself speaking, not really thinking as he did.

“Woah—you sure, Optimus?” Bulkhead asked, eyes widened a bit nervously. “I mean, no offense but…Ratchet might rip you to shreds…”

‘He looked pretty mad,’ Bumblebee agreed quietly.

“If something were to happen to him, it would be my fault,” Optimus found himself saying. “For that reason, please reopen the groundbridge.”

You scared of the blame, Optimus?

You don’t want to be incriminated?

Are you making this about you?

Do you really care?

Optimus didn’t want to shake those questions away just yet. He was unsure of their answers. The Prime wished his mind was where his body was, yet as he transformed and drove through the bridge, his thoughts continued to wander.

They taunted him, echoing his medic’s scornful words.

Why don’t you go after the relic, the one thing that could save us? Who cares if Megatron is there with all his troops? What makes that different from any other of your confrontation with him?

A heavy feeling sat in the bottom of his stomach—a foreboding sense.

Often—they say—if your loved one is in danger, you can feel it.

Optimus pushed harder on the gas, thinking only of what was going to take place if he did not reach his friend quickly enough.

The day was dark, cold, and rainy.

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Ratchet pressed his back against the side of a tall rock, not daring to peer again at the action taking place in the center of the clearing. He heard the footsteps of some vehicons heading his way. They drew their guns as they got closer.

Above him, the dead-looking gray skies has stilled, leaving the air feeling taut—like it was holding its breath and ready snap any second.

The storm from Jasper must be close by, considering I bridge to—

Ratchet gritted his teeth and snapped himself back to focusing on the current situation.

The medic felt his spark racing. His arms began to tremor uncontrollably as he drew them upwards to get into a fighting stance.

They saw you. They saw you and it hasn’t been more than 8 minutes you’ve been here. What a successful mission. It’s just you against Megatron and hundreds of vehicons. And—

He glanced down at his leg a little worriedly.

He’d jumped into action a week before and received a blow to the leg he was still healing from. At this very moment, in fact, he felt a faint aching start up again in his knee.

Ratchet let his head fall against the rock, eyes squeezed shut, swallowing hard and drawing out his own blades.

You idiot.

He counted the seconds before attack.

Optimus was right.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! BRING HIM TO ME NOW!!” Megatron’s furiously growled order broke the tense silence.

Instantly the slow footsteps became sets of scrambling feet, quickly heading for the rock. A second later, Ratchet watched (and heard) a shot of crimson red blaster fire whiz past his helm. Instinctively, he let out a cry of shock and stumbled to the side—right out from behind the rock.

Before he could regain his footing to even turn around, the silence exploded into the deafening sound of hundreds of shots aimed for him. The medic turned and faced it, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath as one or two grazed his plating.

He charged, strangely feeling almost a little….detached from his own body. Like he was on autopilot.

“For Cybertron!!!” He heard a voice shout.

What….am I doing here?

“FOR VICTORY!!!”

Oh…it was his voice. Right.

The orange-white-plated mech swerved past the blaster fire, swinging his arms—now blades—back, forth, up, down….

Optimus, forgive me. I was a fool. I was a prideful fool.

He ducked a shot and kicked out, catching the vehicon by surprise and knocking him off his feet. Almost one motion, the old bot maintained his momentum and swung his blades at an oncoming opponent.

The con dodged smoothly. He raised his gun and fired.

Just as Ratchet thought to spring in the other direction, his knee gave out beneath him. Ratchet tripped over himself, grabbing his knee.

Right in the path of the vehicon’s shot.

A shot ripped through his shoulder, followed by another closer to his neck, tearing from the medic such an ugly, guttural cry that even the vehicon flinched. The medic crumpled to the floor in a writhing heap of short, agonized exclamations.

Meanwhile, the vehicon’s gun wavered a bit, drawing back a second. Ratchet’s pained noises faded from the air of the clearing, replaced only by the sound of his tremoring breath. Clearly struggling, the medic reached over and clasped his shoulder so hard his digits shook. A small flow of energon began to leak through, soiling his servos and the dirt surrounding his figure. Turning his face to the con, he let his eyes show off his anger.

In a smaller, quavering voice, he managed to say, “C-coward…hold y-your…w-w-weapon….straight why don’t you—” He spat out, wheezing a bit, then falling limp into the ground. Not unconscious, but simply out of strength.

Or…will to live.

The Vehicon shook its head and held the gun firmly upwards again. The weapon was trained directly on Ratchet’s helm.

Just at that moment, the skies snapped.

A bellowing rumble of thunder sounded, the clouds suddenly looking bigger, darker, greyer….

It’s pointless…we’ll just lose, won’t we? Like we always do. Megatron will have his way today, and he’ll have his way until he kills all of us and ends this fragging war….

Ratchet looked up, hearing a low, gravelly cackle.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear—is that not the phrase?

The medic let out a little moan, rolling over onto his side, still clasping a hand to his bleeding wound. His gaze, sharp with pain and yet dull with exhaustion, stared ahead to see the vehicon back away twitchily.

Megatron’s footsteps shook the ground a little as he stalked in Ratchet’s direction. The huge figure of the ex-gladiator soon towered over Ratchet. He smirked a little, slowly folding his hands behind his back and tilting his head.

“Ratchet….” he paused to chuckle. “Tell me, what ever did you think you were going to accomplish?”

“T….the relic—” he hissed tightly, breaking off abruptly to suppress a noise of pain as his shoulder burned with pain under his grip. His optics, trained on Megatron’s sneering face, spoke more than a thousand words of hate and fire.

Megatron laughed out loud.

“Oh, you must mean—” he turned and make a rough motion at the vehicons behind him. The one holding the escape pod immediately scurried across the clearing to them. “This trinket?” He asked, grabbing the object from his soldier.

The pod hadn’t been opened yet.

The pod hasn’t been opened yet. The weapon is still inside.

Ratchet let his mind fixate on that one thought.

There is time still….if I can just…..

Megatron started one of his small monologues, something Ratchet wasn’t listening to. He switched on his comm link as discreetly as he could. Pride was not of importance now, Ratchet told himself.

Optimus had been right, and he knew it. It would be entirely foolish not to try to—

“Ratchet?”

Megatron instantly stopped dead in his tracks. His head whipped around as he processed the voice. His eyes darkened when he registered.

“I see.” Was all he growled in a chillingly quiet voice.

“Ratchet, what is going—”

The medic fumbled to switch it off again, internally kicking himself for so stupid a plan. Of course his idiot sparkmate would call out to him the instant his switched on his comm lines again!

He meant well, Ratchet. He loves you. He cares about you. Keep that in mind.

Ratchet let out a grunt of both pain and frustration.

Optimus, hurry! There isn’t anymore time!

Ratchet watched as Megatron dropped to his level and grabbed his chin. Mustering all his confidence, the medic stared with an unwavering gaze right back.

“You’re a fool, Autobot. Much more foolish than I remember you being,” he snarled.

Ratchet narrowed his eyes and fired back, “Not as much of a fool as you—and unlike you, I’m not a pile of—”

“SILENCE!!!!!!!”

Megatron’s roared command silenced the medic instantly. Ratchet was not afraid, just startled. Around him, all the vehicons nearby had flinched and taken steps back—even though they were as far away as they were. The Decepticon leader gave another growl, indignant and angered at his prisoner’s insolence.

He released Ratchet, cursing under his breath.

Now the Prime is coming. I can’t just leave.

The huge figure of Megatron paced around, his grey metal looking oddly shinier in the greyish lighting the skies were providing. He was formulating a course of action.

A plan.

His eyes lit up and he straightened again, looking once more as if he was in control.

Just at that moment, a terrible rumble that Ratchet felt all through his body sounded in the air.

The storm had arrived, and the great roll of thunder was its announcer.

Megatron looked around casually, then back at Ratchet. There was a dry amusement dancing in his optics.

“Today shall be the day another one of you dies,” he spoke with a terrifying finality.

The medic’s spark skipped a beat. He felt a cold fear run through his veins, and sit at the bottom of his stomach—like a rock. Yet it was not fear for his own life.

“How can you be so certain?” Ratchet fought to keep his tone level—steady.

Blinding white flashed through the air, accompanied by a tearing, cracking sound that rang in everyone’s audio receptors. However Megatron stood, and had not flinched. His eyes held a dangerous light of unbending desire.

“One of you will die by my hand,” Megatron repeated himself, turning away. “For it is as I will.”

Then, the ex-gladiator stalked back across the clearing. Vehicons immediately scurried to form a circle around Ratchet, two of them coming even closer to guard him, guns drawn and ready to fire.

Softly, gently, unrelentingly, drops of moisture began to fall from the sky.

Rain.

Ratchet closed his eyes, letting himself focus on the odd sensation of those thousands of drops of liquid created when they repeatedly hit his plating.

With a heavy, exhausted sigh, Ratchet let his head fall into his hands.

Optimus….my sweetspark…..forgive me…

He jolted as a vehicon reached over and slapped his helm harshly.

“Up.” He snapped, holding up stasis cuffs.

Ratchet sincerely hoped, with all his spark, that he would be the one.

///

“Ratchet? Please respond, Ratchet.” Optimus repeated himself once again, speeding down the empty road in alt-mode. He finally rolled to a halt, transforming and taking a look around.

Dark clouds poured rain, the rising winds causing the little droplets to mercilessly pelt his plating from all sides.

“Old Friend,” he tried his comm for what felt like the hundredth time. “Sweetspark, respond.”

Urgency laced his tone, concern burning clearly in his gaze.

Please, my love. Something happened, I am sure of it. But….what?

Static sounded in his audio receptors until, with a sigh, the Autobot leader switched his link off again.

I must find him on my own, then—

He perked up suddenly, hearing a faint noise of….blaster fire?

A cold, sick feeling twisted in his stomach. Dread weighed heavily on his chest.

Hang on, my Starlight….!

Without a second to spare, driving as if a fire chased his tailpipes, Optimus pushed his engines to the max. He sped closer, feeling that dread and despair sink further into him as he could more clearly make out the sounds of a fight.

All he wanted was for Ratchet to be okay.

All he wanted was for Ratchet to come home.

Maybe he was selfish for not wanting to attempt to steal that relic, but Optimus knew that he couldn’t go on if anything happened to his teammates over some weapon. The war was not worth anyone’s life.

If he could save yet just one more, he’d take that option first.

You will come home alive. No matter the cost. I will not fail you, old friend.

He pushed the brakes and skidded to a halt, catching sight of the commotion. There was a space between two towering canyons below his road. In that rocky clearing, Optimus saw an orange-white-plated mech darting from left to right, fending off as many of the oncoming vehicons as he could. Sure enough, Megatron was also there. At present, he simply stood by, watching.

Enough was enough. Ratchet needed help.

Optimus transformed and gripped the side of the mountain he’d been driving up, vaulting off the top and landing with a huge ‘THUMP!!’ on the road below.

He cared not for the huge crater that now lay in the road.

Optimus ran as fast as he could, drawing out both his guns and firing as soon as he was in range of the fight.

“STEP AWAY FROM RATCHET!!!” Optimus commanded, nailing two vehicon soldiers with two shots as he continued to cross the distance of the clearing. Some of them scrambled back, many others turned their fire on the Prime, charging at him with a strange confidence.

Optimus felt his blood boiling. The rain seemed to intensify as another bolt of lightning ripped through the sky with great ferocity. Almost like it had hit Optimus himself, he put away his guns and drew his swords, feeling electrified—powerful.

I am not afraid of you, Megatron. Nor of your legions of breakable troops which you care nothing for.

He saw the warlord, standing far across the clearing, arms folded.

“FACE ME, MEGATRON!!!!”

And with a powerful war cry, Optimus bolted forward, swords drawn. Vehicons poured in from all sides, shooting at him and trying to throw themselves in the Prime’s way.

He didn’t notice pain from shots that ripped through his armor, the blows that landed on his chest—before he grabbed his attackers and dismantled them one by one.

The Prime had but one target.

Optimus wanted Megatron, and he wanted the end of this selfish, futile war.

///

Megatron inspected the pod, wondering if he should open it now or wait until—

“Step away from Ratchet!!!” He heard the enraged command from across the clearing. Before his eyes met the scene, Megatron already knew who it was. He grinned, baring his teeth with excitement.

Ah, yes, Optimus. That’s right. Come closer. Let me finish you once and for all…

With an unchecked level of anger, he yelled for Megatron to face him, tossing away the corpse of yet another dead vehicon as he spoke. The Decepticon warlord stood, unmoving, gazing with a taunting amusement in his eyes as he watched Optimus fight his way through the vehicons, tearing them apart as they would approach him.

At last, no one dared to approach the Prime. The rest of the vehicons there had either fled or threw themselves behind rocks to hide. Optimus stood for a second, panting, energon spattered all over his body and swords. He looked around to find Ratchet passed out in a heap, far to Megatron’s right. No vehicons stood guard.

Of course, with Megatron there, guards were not a necessity.

You’re a fool, too, Optimus. You all are.

Thunder rumbled, louder than before.

“So, you’ve come to rescue your lapdog, have you?” Megatron asked, sneering through every word he said. Optimus seemed to vibrate with anger. He didn’t respond, eyes a sparking electric blue behind his battlemask.

“You can take him, Optimus,” as the Prime twitched to move, Megatron held up his arm—the one with the fusion canon—and added, “For a price.”

Optimus looked ready to rip his head off.

He had clearly seen Ratchet’s wounds, and the new ones from a….punishment. Minutes after the medic had tried to escape, Optimus had arrived.

It was almost like they were going to succeed!

However, the large grey-purple mech had also made absolutely sure Ratchet would not escape, no matter what.

Megatron thought he’d feed his ‘old friend’s’ anger.

Or perhaps…his guilt.

“While you were busy tearing vehicons to shreds, Ratchet was able to be successfully contained. We had to rough him up a little, as a result of his foolish actions…..but he’ll live…for now.”

He gave a little chuckle as Optimus made a quiet exclamation.

“You might have succeeded had you kept yourself focused on getting your friend out of here, Optimus!”

“You will let him go.” He growled, taking a fighting stance.

“Make me.”

“Very well then,” The Prime drew his sword and started towards Megatron. “I shall.”

Megatron dropped his canon. “Or…listen to my offer.”

Optimus stopped, dropping his arms a bit.

“Speak.” He let his gaze burn with a terrifying electricity. “Quickly.”

Megatron was of course, not even slightly fazed. “My terms are simple,” he paused to make a gesture to the clearing in which they stood. “Fight me now, unarmed. If you win, I’ll let you and the medic here return to your base. No one will harm you as you leave.”

It was a simple proposition.

It was a simple goal.

Ratchet would be safe.

You could fail…Optimus, you could fail and get Ratchet killed…

The rain poured from the skies ever harder, a storm unrelenting and harsh.

Megatron took a few steps until he stood right in front of Optimus.

The third stroke of lightning lit up the skies, flashing in the reflection of Optimus’s blue optics. Megatron grinned, tilting his head. He reached out his hand.

“So?”

Without a single hesitation, Optimus took it.

///

A cold, familiar ache in his shoulder.

Burning sensations of pain from fresh cuts and dents in his body.

Merciless rain battering his plating.

Ominous, loud whistles of wind sounding in his audio receptors.

Ratchet’s optics snapped open when he heard the resounding clang of metal on metal.

“IT IS FUTILE, PRIME—GIVE IT UP!!!”

“NEVER!!”

“MAYBE I SHOULD KILL BOTH OF YOU!!”

There was another sound of impact, punctuated with a short cry of pain. The voice was Optimus’s.

The medic sat up, looking around briefly to see that any remaining vehicons who hadn’t yet traveled back to the warship—hovering a short distance away—were cramming themselves behind rocks, flattening themselves to a corner. Others were presently trying to escape the scene.

Clearly, they wanted no part in any of this dispute.

But I do.

Ratchet hoisted himself up despite the way his wounds stung.

I must.

He watched Optimus and Megatron for a few moments. Neither one seemed to be using their weapons—it was simple combat.

Except there was energon splattered around the grounds where they fought.

Who said swords and guns were the only things that could kill?

“Well, then,” Megatron laughed a chilling, malicious laugh. “Do you surrender yet, Optimus?” He bent down and thrust his face into Optimus’s, while the Prime struggled to get up. Optimus retracted his battlemask, gritting his teeth with anger and in an attempt to stifle pained grunts of effort.

Energon stained the side of his face, dripping steadily from his mouth. He flinched back from the warlord and pushed himself to his feet, taking a fighting stance again.

Ratchet stood, mesmerized.

The sight that lay before him was nearly poetic, in a strange way.

Not the “good” kind of strange.

Rain poured from the heavens, the air was cold, and the winds raced noisily about. Smokey breath billowed from Optimus’s mouth as he panted, looking ragged and angry. His gaze fixated on Megatron.

“This ends today, you lunatic—” he forced out, gripping one of his newer wounds gently. “Even…even if it kills me….”

Megatron grinned. “Oh, it will,” he said slowly, deviously, not moving an inch as Optimus began to circle him. They eyed one another, anticipation hanging in the air as one silently dared the other to make the first move.

I will be the victor today, Optimus, and then I shall win this war!

Time seemed to slow, and suddenly Optimus couldn’t move—yet nothing held his limbs in place.

Instead, his eyes were trained on Megatron as the warlord had suddenly turned.

He chuckled lightly and aimed his fusion canon at Ratchet, who was standing frozen, watching them.

The medic seemed to snap out of his trance and flinched, taking a step back defensively. Optimus felt a new rage form in him. Something unseen tore another war cry from the Prime and he charged at an almost desperate-looking pace.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!!”

He threw himself at Megatron, knocking the huge mech to the ground. Megatron gave a short cry of surprise, then immediately locked his jaw, biting down on his tongue. Optimus’s eyes burned with such a ferocity that the ex-gladiator had not seen—not for a long time.

Not since he last fought a wild beast in the arena of Kaon.

Never from the soft eyes of Optimus.

“YOU….KILLED THEM,” Optimus snarled, pinning Megatron to the dirt. Rain pelted down, bouncing limply off Optimus’s frame. He glowered over Megatron, seething at him. “YOU DID ALL THIS, YOU MONSTER!!!”

Megatron looked surprised only for a moment, then narrowed his eyes belligerently.

He could only grin. A sick, twisted grin that said, ‘I don’t care.’

Limbs burning with exhaustion, Optimus began to pummel Megatron. He swung side to side, pounding his opponent with all he had. Wordless cries of anger poured from him as he punched…harder, harder….

“Optimus!”

His servos began to tear and feel numb. Streaks of faded blue and purple stained his plating.

“OPTIMUS!!!”

Distantly, a voice registered in his ears. What was it trying to say?

“OPTIMUS, WAIT!!”

All the Prime could see was a blaring, bright red. Steady clanging of metal on metal against the static rain sounded loudly in his optics.

“ORION, PLEASE!!! LISTEN TO ME—”

Optimus felt as if an electric shock had been passed through him. Hearing his name, he froze, panting, trembling, blood roaring in his head. Beneath him, he could feel Megatron tremoring. Yet the silver-purple mech still bore that scrap-eating grin.

He knew something.

Something he won’t tell me, the Autobot leader thought, feeling some of his frustration return. He glanced up again at Ratchet, who was still backing away. The air around them began to vibrate, waves of hot air joining with and drowning out the blustering, icy, rainy wind.

Something was definitely wrong.

Optimus narrowed his optics and raised a readied fist above Megatron’s face.

“What are you not telling me, Megatron?” Optimus gripped his rival by the neck. Nothing but a feeble-sounding laugh met his words. The red optics staring back at him squinted with fatigue and fell shut.

Optimus knew Megatron was still awake.

“I’m more than finished with all your little mind games, this war, your treacheries,” he spat. “What else are you trying to take from us all now?!” His voice rose with every word as Optimus began to work himself up again. Centuries of anger and sadness began to pile on his spark.

Waves of warm, stifling air drew closer. A reverberating hum sounded in Optimus’ skull. Something like….a ship.

All the same, sound faded out around him as he zeroed in on Megatron.

Finally, he was at his fingertips—his mercy. Finally, Optimus thought, he could bring a final peace to—

“You lose,” Megatron sneered, a new fire lighting his optics. Beneath him, the Decepticon leader tensed and felt as if he was about to make a move. Optimus gritted his teeth and held steady, tightening his grip on Megatron’s throat.

“OPTIMUS, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!”

Ratchet sounded on the verge of tears, practically shrieking at his partner.

He realized in an instant what exactly Megatron had meant before.

///

Every wound made itself known, throbbing with pain. Megatron could barely move.

Yet victory buzzed through every cell in his body, giving him just enough strength to carry out the last step to complete his grand plan to end it all.

Farewell, Orion. Ironic that it was your uncontrolled emotions that led to your downfall.

Optimus, fist raised, opened his mouth to ask again. Megatron suddenly let loose a surge of strength, pushing up and thrusting his legs under his opponent’s torso and kicking outwards. Optimus’s blue optics widened with shock and he uttered a short cry as he was thrown a few feet across the clearing.

He landed and instantly got to his feet again, activating his battlemask.

The Prime stared for a moment at the odd scene before him.

Megatron stood—albeit shakily—and began to back away, pulling Ratchet with him. No vehicon stragglers were in sight, and even more odd…the rain had begun to let up just a little.

Soft rays of sunlight began to show through the clouds. His mind drifting, Optimus turned slowly to gaze up at the clouds. He was met with the huge mass of metal and a blast of air and sound.

It was the Nemesis. A huge canon under the ship readjusted itself with an audible whirring noise.

“NOW, SOUNDWAVE!!”

“OPTIMUS, RUN!!!!!!”

Ratchet….I’m sorry I failed you….

In the time of a split second, the world around Optimus lit up in a brilliant, blaring flash, and a deafening explosion filled the air.

Never before had murder seemed so ethereal.

///

“Ratchet?”

No response.

“Ratchet..?”

Nothing.

“RATCHET!!” Miko tried, her loud voice jolting the medic out of whatever trance he’d been in moments before. He turned slowly from staring at his screen, a dead-looking gaze meeting the children’s.

“Do you…need something, Miko? Rafael?”

“Oh—well, it’s uhm….it’s nothing….I’ll let you get back to work…” Raf mumbled, suddenly sounding nervous as he fumbled to hide the object he’d been holding. Miko rolled her eyes.

“After all the work I did to get his attention!” She followed her friend back to the lounge area. Ratchet watched them, not really processing what they were doing. He then turned back to his task.

What was I doing again?

“Hey, Ratchet,” Bulkhead greeted, coming from the hallway. “How’s your, uh…data surfing going?”

Right.

“Very well. I am nearly finished with three of the four sectors I was to organize today,” Ratchet heard his voice respond.

He looked up to see Bulkhead staring at him, eyes rounded with concern and worry. However the moment he raised his head to see him, he switched his expression to a normal, casual one.

It was fine if he did that, Ratchet thought to himself. Everyone had been doing it for the last two months now, anyway.

“Well…that sounds good! A-anyway, I’m gonna…go for a drive…” he responded, sounding awkward. Ratchet nodded an acknowledgement and turned back around. Feeling guilty, Bulkhead looked as if he wanted to say more.

But he knew better than to bring up what it was they were both still thinking about.

He turned and transformed, then left. Meanwhile, Ratchet tapped at the screen, barely thinking about what he was actually doing.

Some small part of him wished for a warm touch on his shoulder as he was finishing up.

A warm, baritone voice to calmly whisper, “Good work today, my love. Come, rest with me in my quarters.”

It’s not your fault…it’s not your fault….there was nothing you could do!

His mind repeated what the others had gently murmured over and over on that day and every day after.

But it was…

He heard the small voice protest. He clenched his fist and locked his jaw.

It’s not your fault, Ratchet. You didn’t kill him!

The medic felt a lump in his throat. With all his might, he swallowed it, controlling himself.

But I did…I killed him.

“Ratchet?”

Jack. It was Jack’s voice.

Ratchet felt his arm quivering, his gaze and body frozen in one place, as if someone had hit the pause button on him.

“Yes?” Everything felt distant now. He felt his arm drop and his head turn to stare at the small human teenager.

“So…how’s it going?”

“Fine.”

“Oh…well, it’s raining cats and dogs out there!” He joked, pointing at his shirt. “I got a little of it..”

“You did?”

“Yep. Might wanna tell Bulkhead to be careful on the roads, right?”

“Right.”

“Right…so, I guess I’ll leave you alone, then…” Jack backed away, saying something to Miko and Raf as he neared the couch and TV.

All of a sudden, Ratchet was aware of how cold his shoulder felt.

///

HNNNN THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE O///O’’ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AT AA >///< Sorry, I know I’m not good at angst. But I wanted to write this anyway.....

If you like, listening to this for the last 2-3 parts of the story might....set the mood better..? Idk. For me, I heard that recording and instantly felt my heart twist. And had this idea. So.....^^’’ (yes, I know about this piece btw I just like the slowed version because,,,aesthetic,,,,jsjdsjsd)

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a lovely eveing/day/whatever time it is where you are!! <3

Feedback, likes, reblogs, and all that stuff is always welcome!! ^///^

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Sweet-Scented Alien (Loki x Reader)

Loki has another difficult night and the reader takes care of him

A/N: Another Loki has really bad nightmares one shot! I know I kinda go all over the place with this one, but I tend to have a lot of ideas for Loki’s POV. However, I hope you all can enjoy! As always, Gender Neutral Reader!

Warnings: Suggested smut, but not really

The same nightmare continued to torment the Asgardian prince. The destruction of Asgard, the loss of his parents, and the Titan’s enormous grasp around his neck would resume like a broken record until a morbid snap in his neck would shove him awake into the real world.

He gasped for air as his body jolted him awake, frozen in place while his mind still processed the tangibility of his surroundings. He would instinctively reach to feel the back of his neck, an effort to make sure it still remained in tact. He still remained in one piece, and he considered himself unworthy of his blessings.

The mad Titan still lingered somewhere out there, in search of Loki, in search of unimaginable power. Loki had the fortune of being able to stay out of the Titan’s radar for this long, but the possibility still remained. He was out there, and Loki hid himself away like a coward, here with you, exposing you to the unimaginable danger.

Tonight’s was especially vivid, and he couldn’t imagine such a brutal way to be permanently discarded of. He quickly dug his nails into his forearm, making his pain evident for him to fully bring himself in focus. He attempted to stabilize his breathing, but his efforts remained futile for now. He avoided wanted to wake you up, but you were always sensitive about these things, and as if on cue, he felt you shift and slowly turn towards him.

“Hey, Loki. What’s wrong?” He heard you say softly.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” He responded hastily, but only to still catch his breath.

“You’re shaking. Did you have another bad dream?” He sensed your concern grow, feeling you sit upwards against the backboard of your bed.

It was difficult to admit he did. Not only did he detest seeing you worry about his well being, as that was his obligation to you, but he detested how vulnerable he appeared in front of you. He’d dread at the possibility of being perceived as weak, someone incapable of protecting you, all because of a dream.

“Please, I don’t need you to hold my hand constantly over this.” He responded, intending for it to come out as disconnected as he could.

“Loki, you’re literally shaking.” You said as a matter of fact. Loki soon felt the touch of your palm over his cheek, relishing in the warmness you provided. “You’re freezing too.”

Adrenaline rushed through him at the though of his body temperature dropping dramatically. You weren’t jesting about something this, and he knew his mental and emotional vulnerability must have triggered some part of his frost giant biology to act defensively. He needed to gain control ASAP, before something worse appeared.

“Err, I think I should just rest somewhere else, just so I won’t continue waking you up anymore. Perhaps, that couch in your living room?”

“What? Loki, don’t be stupid. I want you to stay here with me, especially if you had another nightmare like that.” You said while tugging at his forearm, seemingly disregarding his unusual coldness.

You were a fool, but his heart fluttered at your clinging. “Very well. However, I am a little apprehensive about resting. I honestly will stay up for the remainder of the evening.”

“Guess I’m staying up with you too.”

“You really mustn't stay up. You don’t enough rest for your human body as it is, no matter how much I lecture you about it.”

He could see you roll your eyes within the darkness. “You have to let me take care of you Loki, that’s part of the deal we had.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“Uh-huh.”

Loki felt the covers flying off of you as you rose up from your bed, padding gently across your floor. You made your way into your bathroom, flicking the lights on and beginning to rummage through your belongings.

Loki squinted at the sudden brightness, peering off the side to catch a glimpse at whatever you were doing. “(Y/N). You must come rest.”

“I will.” You exclaimed from afar. “But I got something for you first.”

Damn. “Stop with the foolishness. I told you I’m fine.”

You didn’t respond, and Loki could only hear you still rummaging. He focused his hearing to catch anything pertinent, before he would justly stomp into that bathroom, pick you up, and toss you back into bed. This was his own issue to deal with after all and he still cringed at the idea of having this mortal, this human, willingly tend to him.

His ears perked at the sound of a squeaking hinge, and then of running water. Oh no.

You slowly stepped out, your pajama sleeves rolled at the way up to your elbows. Your hair was still a mess, and the circles under your eyes suggested you definitely had not gotten enough sleep this night. But still you stood there, and even in your most dullest appearance, Loki still thought you were lovely.

“Okay, start getting naked.” You said through a yawn.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m drawing you a warm bath dummy. You’re sticky, and maybe you can relax more if your body warmed up too.”

The act of kindness was too sickening for him. Loki was a frost giant, and although he always maintained good homeostasis over his own biological temperature, he would always be naturally a bit colder than most aesir or humans. It wasn’t something to be saddened about, it was simply how he was. And yet, with your best efforts, you still desired to provide him with relief, even if it probably wouldn’t have any effect on him at all. It was all charming, and Loki had grown very unused to having someone mend his perceived suffering. Again, he felt his heart flutter at the notion.

“You cannot be serious.” He said flatly, a small piece of him hoping you’d still pester him about it.

“Come one, you’ll feel much better. And then after, I promise I’ll go back to sleep, deal?”

“Hmm. You strike up a difficult bargain, human. But very well, if it will get you off my back and get you some rest.”

You provided Loki with two thumbs up, sealing the verbal agreement. Loki groaned, pushing himself off the bed and beginning to discard his clothes. From the corner of his eye, he could see you leaning on the doorway into your bathroom, blatantly ogling at him and his bare body. Not that Loki really minded. In fact, he felt some sense of pride at how easily you’d become distracted at his nude form. Which of course meant you wouldn’t have eyes for anyone else.

“You’re staring.” He said teasingly.

“Guilty as charged. Now come on, before I start getting any more ideas.”

Loki trudged behind you into your bathroom, a heavy scent filling his nostrils immediately. It was sweet and nutty, and he immediately identified this scent as your own. There would be days, special occasions, where you would bathe in this sweet almond scent. He thought it was purposeful, for he would be unable to keep his hands off of you, rejoicing in the intoxicating smell gently coming from your hair and skin.

“You’re not getting nude as well?” He asked disappointingly.

“Good idea. But my tub is too small, and it wouldn’t be as fun as you’d imagine.” You reached over to grab his wrist, coaxing him towards your tub.

Steam began to tickle at his nose, and he raised a questioning eyebrow at the ridiculous amount of soap and foam rising. “This wasn’t necessary.”

“Sure it was, go ahead and dip in.”

He sighed, knowing he had to oblige in fear that you would become upset at him. He carefully took one step in, shivering at the sudden exposure to the searing temperature. The heat would soon cool off as soon as he’d emerge his entire body in, but of course you didn’t realize that would happen. Nevertheless, he slowly submerged himself (or as much as he could), enjoying the brief heat that engulfed his skin. He inhaled and let out a deep breath, sinking his hair into the bubbly water. The almond scent now fully took over his entire sense of smell, and he closed his eyes. He imagined this heat as your own, this smell as your own, covering him entirely.

You had perched beside him and your tub, seemingly not minding the water that had splashed over. You dipped a finger in, as if making sure the temperature was adequate enough for him. Another yawn escaped your mouth while doing so and Loki immediately took notice.

“You’re exhausted and you’re making it very obvious. Now, this was your own doing. I don’t want to be blamed for this in the morning.”

You waved your hand to dismiss his comment. “That’s not what’s important right now. How are you feeling?”

“A tad ridiculous with my knees protruding out like so. But yes, the water is quite nice.”

As sleepy as you were, he saw you beam with joy. “Good to hear. I’m hoping this means you’ll be more open to my methods here.”

“I’m only doing this so you’ll stop worrying and go back to bed.” Part of it was true, and the other part mostly involved still wanting to appease you.

“Oh stop it.” You said, playfully splashing some water at him. “Let me do this for you, it’s the least I could do after all you’ve done for me.”

That last part was hard to fully accept. Truly, he didn’t think he’d done much for you. Or at least, he interpreted it much differently than you did. He knew humans were very meticulous in their way of expressing love and care, and while he was no stranger to it, he was rusty about it. The closest thing that popped in his head was that time he carried you back home after you had gotten inebriated, but he was certain you didn’t want to hear about that again.

“You’ll have to forgive me, but that’s a bit of a stretch for my liking.” He said, dipping his head backwards into the water.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just not sure if what you say is true. I can easily go inside your mind and find out for myself. But even so, I doubt I’d believe that.”

“Believe what, that you haven’t done anything for me?” You asked incredulously.

“I suppose that’s the curse I carry. You know, still being apprehensive about all of this.” He knew it sounded harsh, to even question his relationship with you, but a big function of this relationship was his honesty with you. He knew you wouldn’t cast him away with these words, but there was a speck inside of him that would be terrified of the notion.

He saw your lips twist disapprovingly, and then you shoved a chunk of bubbles right into his face. “You know, for being insanely intelligent, you can be pretty damn stupid too.”

His brows furrowed, shoving away the soapy residue from his face. “Not exactly what I expected to hear.”

“Loki, I’d like to safely think that us sleeping together, having sex, sharing meals, dealing with our worst attitudes on a daily basis, and screwing around with Tony Stark should at least suggest something to you.” You said aggressively. “You think I’d just let anyone call me a stupid human with no discernible reason.”

He opened his mouth temporarily to spew out an argument, but promptly sealed his lips once he noticed how irked you had become. He often enjoyed irking you about several things, but this wasn’t the best way to go at it. He could tell from your approach and body language that you were dead serious about it, and he genuinely wanted to believe that.

“You really need to get it through your head that you matter to me, like a lot.” You continued, standing up and reaching over to grab one of your towels. “I really don’t know how else to say it so you can fully understand.”

“Perhaps, there is something you could do. You know, just so I can understand better.” He said lowly, almost muttering it.

“Oh, and what exactly is that?”

“I’m going to need you to come closer. Come kneel beside me.” He said, his voice low and sultry.

A smirk appeared on your face, following his words and perching next to him and beside your tub again. He lifted his upper body, lather and water spilling all across his chest and arms and leaned into your lips. He heard a quick ‘oh’ escape from you, satisfied at how quickly you had responded to his actions. In one swift move, Loki grabbed your forearm, and yanked you into towards him. You cursed and fell face forward into him and into the now lukewarm water, splashing and making a terrible mess of all things. Loki saw how your legs flailed comically and couldn’t hold back the irresistible grin decorating his cheeks. You must have flopped around for a good minute or so until you managed to hold yourself up by your arms, hair and clothes absolutely drenched.

“Ehehehe.” He sniggered, loving the absolute look of indignation you shot at him.

“God, why do you have to be such a dick?” You muttered, along with some other offensive words.

“That’s it. That’s all I needed, I fully understand now. Thank you so much for that spectacle (Y/N). I believe I can say with confidence that I truly enjoy being with you as well.”

“You’re such a little shit, oh my god.” You lunged at him, making your best attempts to push his head underwater. “Why are you always making me fall for stupid shit?”

“Darling, please!” He exclaimed, grin still very present. “Please don’t end me in such a way. Not at least till you get rid of those soaked garments first.”

“No fucking way-”

“Ah, fucking? You’ve read my mind indeed. Well, if you are suggesting it.”

You groaned loudly, standing up, hair and clothes dripping wet. You stomped out in a fury, muttering things along the way which Loki could only catch as another clear ‘fuck you.’

He followed suit and rose from the water, tip toeing behind you while soap suds still fell from his bare body. The nightmare from earlier that evening would soon be long forgotten, and although Loki’s attempts at getting down and dirty with you wouldn’t be successful, there was something much more important at hand, something he’d fully come to realize with his little prank.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki (mcu)#loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki drabbles #loki odinson

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Heroes are made by the path they choose

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Chapter 18

Marinette was waiting for the moment when the Gotham vigilantes would show up, they ended up making the decision after she and Felix had a little chat with Silent Hill, she even spoke to John to ask what he knew about the two of them (of course, they had already met Robin, but their meeting was under other circumstances). John was very clear about his opinions, so she was able to have a better point of view when deciding.

They, sadly, would be the first to be recruited knowing the entire team. Unlike other members, they were recruited by two or three incumbents of the miraculous. The Aurore case, which was recommended by Chloe, Marc and Nathaniel; Silent Hill was recruited by her, Felix, and Max; Not in Hell was brought into the organization by Marc and Nathaniel (with approval from Alix and Luka). The others were led by other circumstances, such as John (who was led by her alone), Adrien (who only retired from the team due to circumstances that were out of his control), Jean (Chloe's butler ended up involved after it was done difficult to explain strange behaviors, becoming a great ally), Kim (he was initially recruited to be part of the team, but ended up only an affiliate) and Gina (how could she not realize that her granddaughter was the one who made contact with her? Maybe he couldn't discover her as Ladybug by magic, but there was nothing of the kind involved here anymore. It was easy).

So yes, Nightwing and Robin will be their first victims. The only one who completely opposed the idea was Damian, but she couldn't get any information out of him. Until minutes before meeting them.

"My father is Batman."

Marinette stayed still in those moments, but her son kept moving forward. She saw him draw one of his swords, but she was still processing his words. However, she slides it down and makes sure she doesn't forget to talk to him later. She can't go crazy in those moments.

Damian doesn't know who possessed him to say it in those moments, his mother had been asking the night before when they were alone, but he refused to say a word. And minutes, seconds, before meeting his brothers, it was not the right time. Well, the damage is done.

"You're not welcome." He's not feeling satisfaction in threatening his brothers, not at all, it's simply to maintain an image and let them know that they will not accept his games. It's just that.

Afterward, he just kept watching, watching the interaction, focusing his attention on Nightwing, who keeps his gaze fixed on his mother. He frowns, it doesn't matter if it's inside or outside the mask, Richard Grayson keeps looking at his mother; doesn't like. But his mother wouldn't notice him, would she?

No she wouldn't. She doesn't even give him a glance, she's more focused on Robin, so no, and his mother wouldn't notice Grayson. Even so, he must mark territory, he doesn't want one of his brothers as a father, although them is better than his father. No, he cannot submit to such thoughts, the man who marries his mother must be worthy of it.

When they go through the portal, the little glamor placed on him fades and he heads to the common room, where the others must be.

Marinette watches him leave, curious about her son's visible bad mood.

"Make yourself comfortable." She smiles kindly, in stark contrast to the intimidating image she was giving earlier.

"Suzaku…" She directs her gaze towards Robin, she finds it amusing that the youngest is the one who takes the reins because the responsible adult seems too lost watching her. Oh yeah, she realized, it's not subtle at all.

"Yes?"

"You mentioned that they already knew about us, how did they find out?"

"We have a contact." She doesn't remove her smile and proceeds to settle in front of Nightwing, her place would normally be at the head of the table, but she finds the attention he's giving her endearing. Oh well, what will their expression be when they see who is under the mask? It's not that she knows who they are, but she could guess, however, she will not be wandering in those directions.

“So you have a network of contacts?” Robin seems very excited by the information and seems to want to know more, much more. His curiosity is well received, especially since there is no malice, at least she cannot perceive it. "How do you open those portals? Is it related to heroes?"

"Quiet. All those questions will be clear at the meeting… so Nightwing, you didn't say anything, did a bird tear your tongue out?" This time, her smile changes to a cheekier one. John taught her to smile like that, it's a fun flirting game they have.

"I'm giving myself time to process everything, you really caught us off guard. We wanted to talk to one or two of you, I wasn't expecting us to have a meeting scheduled. ”He smiles humorously, he doesn't lie, sure, but it's not the whole reason.

"Oh, understandable. Although I could swear that the cause of your distraction was me. "Marinette is having fun, the years when she could barely talk to someone she liked, even a little, are long gone and buried, now it's much easier.

He doesn't respond to what was said because they see the others enter, being surprised to see several of them without a mask. Tim quickly recognizes Chloe Bourgeois, how not to do it, she is a MP and they have seen her several times in the news, she has very good press on her part. They also see Felix Graham of Vanily, Dick remembers him from that red carpet that Stephanie insisted on seeing months ago, in addition to the photos that Tim showed her from the newspapers of when Gabriel Agreste was arrested. The others, they don't recognize at all, although there are a couple of faces that they are sure they should recognize.

"Nice to meet you" Luka takes the initiative to say hello, sitting next to Marinette and taking his partner by the hand to take a seat next to him, Damian immediately claims the seat on the other side of his mother, refusing to take off his mask, even though everyone has put it aside.

"The pleasure is ours." Dick is the one who responds, more alert for the presence of everyone else.

"Do you have any specific questions or do you prefer to wait for us to finish explaining?" Felix asks, settling in next to Damian, the center of the table will always be where Marinette is sitting, so he will always be close to her. The Great Guardian is the main focus in any gathering, even if others don't know her importance.

"Just one." Tim responds, driven by his curiosity because he suddenly has these people who take care of his identity coming to use magic for that purpose, showing his face to them too easily. "Why are you showing us your identities?"

"We'll get to that, Robin. We'll start by introducing ourselves. ”Marinette smiles more kindly, taking a more professional approach now that everyone is settled in and the meeting has begun. Only Max is missing, but they know that he is busier with something more important. "It's hard not to recognize myself, people pay more attention to me than I'm comfortable receiving. Everyone knows me as Marie Lenoir, but my friends know my name is Marinette. ”She takes off her mask and Dick chokes on his own breath. Tim is very surprised, but doesn't show it. "He's my son, Damian.”The boy just frowns in his direction and thinks long and hard before lowering his mask.

Dick doesn't know how to feel about the Damian thing, he's a boy, a boy who surely has a lot of training or she wouldn't let him run around, right? In addition, he carries two swords with him, these being his main weapons, from what he could see of his suit, in addition to some other tools that he surely keeps in the thick belt that looks like cloth, the boy is covered in green, black and gray tones; He has even pulled his hood down revealing his tousled dark hair, very different from when he was seen at country house.

"Felix Graham of Vanily, although if you did a little research on the situation from seven years ago, you know who I am."

"Chloe Bourgeois, impossible not to know about me. I go out unnecessarily on television..."

"And I thought you loved the attention, Chloe." Nathaniel scoffs and she in response shakes her head the other way, hitting him lightly with her hair, drawing a little laugh from Alix at their childish fights that never change. "Nathaniel Kurtzberg, I'm not well known.”He shrugs, but smiles at the two guards. "And he's Marc Anciel.”

Marc just greets them with a little shyness, althoug he keeps moving forward and has made great progress by himself, plus he got his own confidence gain in his work and that's something about it that he will always be safe, no matter how uncomfortable he's in social situations.

"Alix Kudbel." She's simple with her presentation, doesn't see the need to focus too much on assuming something they might or might not know about them.

"Kagami Tsurugi, he's my boyfriend, Luka Couffaine." Simple and clear, Kagami wants to move fast to make the rules of the game clear. Having more allies was always a plan that was discussed when the MT started, but it's still a matter that puts everyone on edge. "Ideally, you should show your identities, the information that we will share with you is not something that is said to any random stranger. Mari-hime doesn't trust just anyone and her instincts are rarely wrong, but we need a guarantee."

Can the people they choose be trusted?

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It's a Nara: We already made contact with Nightwing and Robin

Silent Hill: Oh perfect

Kiss my ass: So everything ready for the reunion on the weekend?

It’s aNara: Yes, hopefully, they will join too

Not in Hell: It will be entertaining

Kiss my ass: Of course it will! It will be so chaotic

It’s a Nara: I hope not, we will deal with serious matters

Oscar de la Rosa: I already booked the tickets for my trip to London

Divine gift: Everything perfectly calculated, excellent, Jean

Oscar de la Rosa: We must ensure that nothing gets out of control

Silent Hill: You guys are very efficient, they remind me of Alfred

Divine gift: No one can beat Alfred

Oscar de la Rosa: But it is an honor that you mention it

It’s a Nara: Who is Alfred?

Divine gift: A butler

Oscar de la Rosa: A Butler

#dick x marinette #dickinette #maribat #mominette

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Title: the kind that was burned first [chapter 5 & 6] Summary: The last two characters wondering about what secrets time travelling Obi-Wan and Anakin are hiding. AN: And this little 6 chapter project is finished. It was fun!

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#5 Shmi Skywalker

The last time Shmi Skywalker saw her son, he was walking into the desert at night. He’d been hurt all over and decided that he would not survive another day under their Master’s hand. Their Master wouldn’t dare to blow him up, so hopefully Anakin would make it through the night and off this awful planet quickly enough. Shmi had kissed him goodbye, filled his pockets with everything useful and sellable they had and saw him off.

She hadn’t been able to fall asleep after, too worried for him, and yet forcing herself to prepare for the beating that would await her in the morning. Their Master would be upset and Shmi would have to bear it, but at least her son would be free.

She held onto that thought come morning when their Master came to demand their service and began shouting at her, his face turned red. It almost made Shmi miss Watto. The Toydarian had hurt them as well, but he had never raised his voice so much. She’d been able to ignore him then, focus on the pain and lullabies she hummed beneath her cries.

“Where is he!?” Their Master had screamed into her face.

“Here.”

Shmi looked up from the ground and stared at the entrance to their small home where Anakin stood. He looked so much older than he had last night and much more exhausted too. But there was also something else lingering just beneath the surface that she couldn’t name. It reminded her of the hours before a sandstorm when the wind chimes still played their songs but the air was already becoming hard to breathe.

“Leave her alone,” Anakin said, voice flat.

He didn’t sound like her son, Shmi realized. That was what disturbed her. His intonation was off, his body language strange. He stood straight like he wanted to draw attention to himself. No slave stood so proudly, so sure of themselves.

This wasn’t her child anymore.

Their Master’s face twisted into an angry growl. “How dare you, boy!? Where have you been? Answer your Master!”

He hated Anakin, always had, and used every opportunity to ruin her dear son. Every day Shmi had always been forced to watch, to ask Anakin to please bear it so he might survive another day. Their Master only kept Anakin around because his worth as a mechanic outweighed his costs.

The spirit who had taken hold of her son was more powerful than her child. Anakin would fall on his knees, apologies and beg as he swallowed his rage, but the spirit did no such thing.

“You are not my Master,” The spirit snarled.

Their owner took a step forward and then he suddenly stopped. His hands went to his throat and he began choking. His eyes were wide in shock, drool ran out of his mouth and Shmi watched as their tormenter dropped to his knee and died painfully. It was just like in the stories of slaves disappearing into the desert, returning with the storms to wage war on all the Masters.

The spirit’s breathing calmed and cold blue eyes stared at the body on the ground.

“Have you come to free us?” Shmi asked the spirit.

He turned to look at her again, all coolness suddenly disappearing from his face. As if thunder had struck him, he took a step back, helplessness overcoming him.

“I-“

Whatever he wanted to say was interrupted by two piercing cries. He jumped up and rushed outside only to return with two crying bundles. Almost panicked, he began to rock them, but the cries wouldn’t subside.

“Please,” he begged. “I know you didn’t ask for this, please stop crying.”

But the children, newborns if Shmi were to guess, wouldn’t calm.

“May I?” She asked.

The spirit wearing her son’s face observed her, then, hesitantly, gave her one of the children. Dark brown hair covered the babe’s head and their scream was as loud as that of the krayt dragon. Softly Shmi began rocking the child, singing and walking around the small room until they stopped. The other child calmed as well, though the spirit’s attempts at caring for them were by far not as eased as hers. He was like a japor tree, too stiff and harsh, like he was standing only because he was still forcing himself to.

“I used to do the same with my son,” she told the spirit. “Is he still in there?”

The spirit froze, but it was all the answer she needed. Her dear Anakin was gone then, had disappeared into the dunes and left a shifter his body so he may do what Anakin couldn’t.

“Someday, again, maybe,” the spirit answered. “I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, I just wanted to erase my mistakes and myself, not this.”

He looked at the child in his arms. The babe was wide awake now, but silent. Their eyes were as blue as her son’s had been, as the spirit’s still were.

“What are their names?” Shmi asked instead of lingering on the spirit’s distress.

“Luke and Leia, they were my children once.”

Their names were beautiful, strong too. The spirit had chosen well for them, they would survive even the harshest of droughts.

“And now they are not anymore?”

The spirit looked lost. His expression reminded Shmi painfully of Anakin. He’d lost that openness as he’d grown older, but as a young boy he hadn’t been shy to show what he was thinking. He had been so bright then already, his being much too big for his small frame.

“They shouldn’t exist,” the spirit said, his voice full of hope despite, or perhaps exactly to contrast his spoken words.

He loved his children, that much was clear to Shmi. She didn’t want to imagine what he’d do to the person who would dare to come in-between him and these two young souls. He had killed their old Master with ease, she doubted he’d afford the same mercy to whoever chose to hurt them.

“My son shouldn’t have either,” Shmi said. It was a common story in the slave quarters, but for Shmi it held true in a way it didn’t for most. “He doesn’t have a father. You’ll find a lot of impossible things in this galaxy.”

“I know,” the spirit replied. “But I stole their rightful parents in my selfishness. I wanted them to grow up happy and safe, nothing more, and yet here they are again, suffering for my mistakes.”

Her Anakin would probably smack the spirit upside the head now. Slaves couldn’t afford to pity themselves or wallow in regret. It was a lesson they learned early on, the spirit must have forgotten it.

“Then perhaps this is what you are here for, to make up for your mistakes.”

The spirit laughed bitterly. “I can’t fix the whole galaxy.”

Shmi thought of her son flying through Beggar’s Canyon and counting the stars at night, even when his lungs ached and his feet were bleeding.

“My Anakin wanted to.”

“I know,” the spirit repeated once more. “He was a fool.”

Anger rushed through Shmi and the spirit, as if sensing the suns burning his flesh, startled, tearing his eyes away from Luke to look at Shmi instead. Shmi could tolerate a lot, her life had been nothing if not a lesson in patience and endurance, but the shifter in her son’s skin wouldn’t talk badly about the gift he’d been given at the cost of another.

“But he has something worth living for. Can you say the same of yourself?”

“I’ve lived four more years for my son and I wanted to erase time for my daughter,” the spirit said slowly. “I don’t know how to do anything but live for others.”

“You ought to learn it then, and when you have, return my Anakin to me.”

The spirit’s lips twitched upwards, an echo of a smile shining through. “Are you bargaining with me?”

The storms settled. The colors slowly disappeared from the sky and left behind the vibrant blue of a new day.

“You spirits made the rules of this desert, I am merely following them. Accept what you have been given to do your work, return when you are finished.”

“I don’t know how to finish, I’ve never known where to start or stop.”

The spirit was being difficult on purpose. Shmi huffed and handed him his daughter back, helped him adjust his hold on her. He needed some sort of carrier bag or perhaps a scarf so he could wrap both children to his chest.

“It seems to me like you are I need of a teacher then. I cannot teach you freedom.”

Shmi looked at her dead owner lying on the ground. She would take her tracker from him, cut it out of herself be free. She could hardly recall what freedom was, she’d been too young when she was captured to understand what luxury she’d been living in. She had to figure that out for herself first before she could show another.

“Do you know someone who can show you?”

“I-“ The spirit’s eyes clouded over and then he closed them. “He’s alive.”

“You know where to go then?” Shmi asked him.

“Yes,” the spirit answered. “Yes, I know where to go. Shmi Skywalker, I promise you, you will see your son again.”

“I will hold you to that promise then.”

Her son returned to her almost two years later. He couldn’t stay, but Shmi had always known he was meant for something greater than the dunes of Tatooine. He was still holding onto the spirit’s children, walking and talking chubby toddlers by now, but he also brought a stranger with him. The man that was introduced to her as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight, had the same old eyes as her son.

Spirits, Shmi learned as she watched the two interact, left their marks.

+1 Count Dooku

Isn’t the most tragic love story

the one that never had the chance to become? The kind that was burned first, Came crashing down after, And finally bled to death in the cold ocean deep Before even one word could be exchanged?

- Thoughts about Icarus & Apollo

Dooku had spent three miserable years imprisoned, wondering when and where it had all gone wrong. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t oblivious to his own flaws. He was well aware that he could be arrogant at times, a trait not even Master Yoda’s many meditations had been able to get rid of, but his solitary confinement did force him to occupy his thoughts somehow. With the control he’d learned from birth, he forced himself to go through his every memory, examining even the moments he loathed to remember. Dooku knew now that he never should have let Sidious influence him for so long, Fall for his manipulations instead of Falling for his own beliefs. Created darksiders were never quite as mentally sound as those who had come to the dark on their own. Ventress had been a good example of the latter. Never a true Sith, no, she wasn’t worthy of that title, but her darkness had left her sane where many others of Sidious’s acolytes had submitted to madness.

Now that even the last cracks Sidious had left in his mind had healed, Dooku was beginning to reevaluate his situation and found that he had significantly more power within the safety of his prison than he has assumed. He easily could have been sentenced to death, but the Republic’s new and so Palpatine-distant leadership had spoken against it. Too much death had marred their space, or so they claimed, and Dooku would be a good source of information, should he decide to speak. He hadn’t so far as there was nothing to gain from it. He had been promised a lot, certainly, but while he had enjoyed the riches that came with being the Count of Serenno, he had been brought up as a Jedi. He didn’t need life’s comforts to keep thriving. Nowadays, with his mind clearer and sharper than it had been since before his Fall, Dooku knew that there was something he wanted enough to break his silence. He was plagued by a never-changing vision he was forced to relive in his every nightmare for years now. He wanted answers so he could finally put it to rest.

“I’ll be taking my leave then, Dooku,” Qui-Gon announced.

Like a clockwork, his former Padawan showed up once a month, first asking whether Dooku was willing to give up any final Separatist and Sith secrets, then continuing to speak about their lineage. The news he brought of Obi-Wan were truly fascinating. Dooku had regretted being unable to secure the young man as his apprentice. He was clever, but now Dooku was aware that Obi-Wan was much smarter than he had given him credit for during the war. Truly, he was a master negotiator now walking the fine line between debate and manipulation.

He was certainly a credit to their lineage.

“Bring your Padawan and his partner with you the next time you come,” Dooku told Qui-Gon. The Jedi, ever the diplomat Dooku had raised him to be, didn’t show even a hint of surprise. “I might feel inclined to share some details.”

Qui-Gon only nodded shortly, then left the room, his brown robes flaring behind him. Such dramatics for a man so keen to claim he only sought peace and calm.

Satisfied, Dooku bid Qui-Gon farewell. Neither the Senate nor the Council would let Dooku wait for long. Back in his cell, he fell into a light meditation and waited.

He had become very patient in the last years, the days passed so quickly they were hardly worth counting.

It took barely a month for his request to be fulfilled. Dooku wasn’t surprised to see that his own Master had come along, likely he was there to attempt to get a read on Dooku’s reactions. He didn’t particularly care about hiding his own intentions. In fact, if it became clear that he wasn’t here to lie and spread dissent, it would only work in his favor. Dooku wanted honest answers and Kenobi and the supernova called Skywalker would be able to provide them, at their own expense.

The two of them were a sight to behold as they entered his humble cell. They moved in total synchronicity, something you hardly saw these days anymore. It took years to master such control and affinity. He would have enjoyed dueling the two of them at least once. Obi-Wan was already a terror on his own, but with the backing of Skywalker’s endless power, they could have been the content of legends.

Yoda had accompanied them as well but waited outside. His former Master had only visited him once during the beginning of his imprisonment and their discussion likely would have ended with them crossing blades if not for the fact that neither had been holding onto their ‘sabers. Yoda had to hand his own over and Dooku was certain his own was back in a holding cell in the temple. Obi-Wan and Skywalker both sat down at the table.

“I welcome you to my humble abode,” Dooku said. “How are the two of you?”

Skywalker was the impatience to Obi-Wan’s serenity. He hid it well, let Obi-Wan speak for him and hardly contributed to the small talk, no matter how many questions Dooku directed at him.

“Count,” Obi-Wan finally gave in. Skywalker’s annoyance must have been wearing him down as well. “What do you want? You’ve been refused to speak for years, what changed?”

“I’ve grown annoyed with Qui-gin’s visits and ramblings about your children. Really, Obi-Wan, I’d never have taken you for a revolutionary.”

Skywalker’s eyes narrowed as soon as Dooku mentioned the twins. Truthfully, Qui-Gon hadn’t said much about them, but the way he spoke about them said enough.

“What do you want?” Skywalker hissed.

Dooku leaned back in his chair. Their chit-chat was over, Skywalker was agitated and would misstep if Dooku just played his cards right.

“You see, when my Master died, I was allowed a glimpse into his mind,” Dooku began to speak. This time, Skywalker wasn’t quick enough. He tensed and straightened his posture. “I saw so much shock, not a surprise considering his visions of grandeur, but also a lot of hatred and anger, the latter largely not his own.”

It had overwhelmed Dooku in that moment, sent him to his knees and left him wondering if that was the true darkness. Depths so horrid he wouldn’t ever be able to reach them, no matter how furious he was at the state of the galaxy. It had been so deeply personal, the hatred that stemmed from being entirely unmade.

“I’ve been puzzling about that moment for three years now, hoping it would become more clear-sighted. The longer I’ve been left here on my own, with only my thoughts and Qui-Gon’s incessant ramblings, the more did the vision take shape. I saw a man standing above Sidious. He was young, eyes burning, flickering like the colors of the skies. His words were the most confusing though.”

Skywalker and Obi-Wan had paled considerably. Happy with himself, Dooku smiled in content as he quoted the words that used to sound like white noise back at them.

“‘You will not enslave the galaxy again.’ Tell me, does the Order know it’s been harboring a Sith all these years?”

Skywalker flinched and Obi-Wan rose quickly as if they were in a duel and not seated at a table. So the Order wasn't aware of Skywalker’s nature. Curious, Dooku would have thought it was a reason they let Obi-Wan get away with so many transgressions when it came to Skywalker while the rest of the Order was still so slow to change and accept its own amendments.

“Anakin is not a Sith,” Obi-Wan replied fiercely in defense of the other. The argument would have been more convincing had he kept his calm.

“I have been wondering why Qui-Gon has been so insistent on visiting me all these years, and I believe I have found the answer.”

The Jedi were taught from birth that there was no returning from the dark side of the Force and yet Qui-Gon had been entertaining him when he really should have just let go of Dooku, washed his hands clean of him as Yoda had. Instead, they had talked more civilly with each other lately than they had when Dooku was still a Jedi.

Qui-Gon hadn’t just begun tugging at a non-existent bond for no reason, he had been hoping for a change. It had been this thought that tipped Dooku off. Someone must have planted the thought that Dooku needed to be saved in his mind. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even claim that his former student was wrong. Dooku couldn’t reach for the light, not yet perhaps, it still knocked the air out of his lungs, but the dark wasn’t exactly comfortable still either.

“You might not be a Sith anymore, but your once were,” Dooku told Skywalker. “The taint of the dark never really leaves. Somewhere in between killing Sidious, finding Obi-Wa and returning to the Temple with him, you crawled out of the deepest pit of the dark side, breaking centuries of Jedi teachings while you were at it.”

Skywalker’s hands were clenched to fists. Dooku didn’t need to hear him say it, he had his answer already. No matter how much Obi-Wan would attempt to deny it now, perhaps even attempt to skillfully manipulate the situation in his favor, Dooku knew the truth now.

“Were you Sidious’s other apprentice? I assumed he would have a back-up in case I decided to betray him. He was not much of a banite Sith unlike his own Master,” Dooku continued. “I wondered about your words as well. Was it a vision of the future that forced you to destroy him? Or something more? His thoughts were a mess, but his confusion at your appearance clear. I just can’t tell whether he was shocked you were there at all or because he couldn’t recognize you.”

Skywalker kept silent as Obi-Wan once more started speaking. “Do you have anything concrete you’d actually like to say-”

“Vader.”

The word echoed through the otherwise silent room.

Obi-Wan looked at Skywalker with great concern, but Skywalker was staring at his hands.

“He named me Darth Vader.”

Skywalker looked up and there it was, all that righteous fury, that anger Dooku recognized.

“And I executed you at his behest.”

Obi-Wan took one of Skywalker’s hands. “Anakin-“

Skywalker shook his head. “You want the truth?” He asked, unnecessarily.

“Be my guest.”

“He told me to kill you and I did. I razed the Jedi to the ground. The old, the sick, the young, all of them slain by my blade. I didn’t stop, I hunted them all down to the last member. I killed my wife, I attacked my Master and for over two decades I did every cruelty my Emperor demanded from me. I watched as entire worlds were annihilated, I tortured my daughter, I injured my son because Sidious ordered his apprentice, his slave, to do so. I did it all and worse, nightmares you can’t imagine that make the Clone Wars look like the joke it was.”

Obi-Wan was visibly struggling to keep his breathing under control the longer Skywalker talked, revealing every cruelty he had committed with so much honesty that Dooku believed it even when he knew it couldn’t possibly be the truth. And yet, the Force was not protesting. No, it was weeping with every word, crying for all the souls lost. It sounded like madness, like a horrible vision, a nightmare come alive-

“Time travel,” Dooku finally breathed. “Are you seriously suggesting you and Obi-Wan what- traveled through time? Ripped half the galaxy and its flow to shreds so you could right your wrongdoings?”

Skywalker shrugged, the gesture entirely too boyish for how his hard gaze was fixating Dooku, pinning him to his chair and this gruesome conversation.

“I was dying and begged the Force to take me. I never should have existed in the first place, a child created from nothing. It seemed reasonable to me at the time that something as grand as the power that binds the galaxy together should also be unable to unravel it like threads of yarn.”

“But you’re here.”

“Because of a shatterpoint, maybe. In one timeline Qui-Gon found me on Naboo, in another he didn’t. I didn’t ask for Obi-Wan to come with me, nor did I deserve my children’s presence, but here they are, keeping me tethered to the light. I’ve never been able to hold onto causes for long, I need people around me. You were right when you said that the taint of the darkness will always cling to me. When I faced Sidious, I was so ready to Fall again, return as Vader and ruin myself once more for others.”

Dooku turned to Obi-Wan. “You interfered. I thought I had heard a second voice call out, but I believed I had imagined it.”

Obi-Wan only frowned. “Yes. As soon as I felt Anakin arrive on Coruscant, I knew what he’d do.”

“So you stopped him.”

The conclusion was easy to reach, but Dooku suspected that it hid a thousand more declarations. Obi-Wan would have left the Order for Anakin, perhaps even would have stayed with him had he Fallen again.

“So I did,” Obi-Wan agreed.

Their gazes rested heavily on Dooku’s shoulders. Who would believe him, should he ever reveal the truth that had just been laid bare in front of him? And what more, what would he gain from it? Nothing, Dooku realized. All he’d earn would be Skywalker’s fury, which was so immense it compelled the Force to fulfill his wish, even if not in the way he had wanted it to.

“Why tell me?” Dooku asked once he found his voice again. “You had no reason to.”

“You would have gone digging anyway,” Skywalker replied. “And you’re the only one who figured it out despite being locked away. The others in the temple just got too used to us acting oddly I suppose. I hardly recall what the code actually is and Obi-Wan has been taught better by my son.”

“And you can’t necessarily do anything with this information,” Obi-Wan added. “All you know now is what awaits you when you side-step.”

Yes, Dooku could see that with stunning clarity now. Perhaps this confrontation had been of use for him after all. He didn’t think Skywalker would let anyone who was a threat to his family stay within his reach for long. Dooku would have to reevaluate his plans for the future. He wasn’t a hopeless fool who fought battles he couldn’t win.

“If you were Sidious’s apprentice, I assume you know about his Sith secrets?”

Skywalker snorted. “Yes, but only those he ever saw fit to show me.”

“I am relieved to hear his teaching methods didn’t change then. I shall tell you what I know, you may add whatever intel you have to present to the Council and the Senate.”

Obi-Wan actually looked surprised. “Why?”

“Insurance,” Dooku replied. “And I promised I’d share information with you if you showed up, didn’t I?”

Dooku had made no such promises, but Obi-Wan and Skywalker were kind enough not to call him out on it.

“And I have some knowledge of Separatist groups within the Senate still that might prove useful if you are willing to listen.”

Obi-Wan and Skywalker let him talk for almost an hour, interrupting only a few times to ask questions. At the end of their interrogation, they left the room with an abrupt goodbye. Dooku didn’t think he’d see them again, he was fairly sure he also didn’t want to meet with them again. The burden they were carrying was so heavy it threatened to crush him. There were kinder conversations he could be having.

“Impressionable, they are, hm?” Yoda asked him.

Dooku would have laughed if the knowledge he’d gained wasn’t still twisting his thoughts.

“Very much so,” he replied instead. “Tell me, have they spoken to you about returning from the dark side? I believe their theories have merit. I shall attempt to test them out.”

Yoda smacked his stick against the ground. “A troublesome student you were, troublesome you still are.”

“If you say so, Master. What has Qui-Gon been up to? He has spoken with much enthusiasm about the Order’s more recent reforms. How well are those actually going? He has always had a tendency to embellish his tales.”

Though, with Obi-Wan and Skywalker around, perhaps Qui-Gon’s impossible claims were more truthful than not.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #shmi skywalker #obikin #count dooku #fanfic #aaand this story is finished

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jenovahh · 5 years ago

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Emet-Selch/WoL - NSFW

You were going to hell.

Any of the seven, or probably all of them at once. Would Hydaelyn see fit to return you to the lifestream? You’re surprised she has yet to smite you where you stand.

“You’re back.”

You remain as still as possible, arms obediently at your sides even as you flex your fingers; your last bit of control that you had given up weeks ago. Your breath is barely contained for how fast it rushes from your chest, blood surging like lightning through your veins as golden eyes sweep you in shameless appreciation.

You can feel your skin alight in anticipation, as if the very aether around you is charged, and in his presence, it just might be.

“Have you come to behave?”

“I’ve come to keep you in check.”

You immediately bite down on your lip, wishing you could take back your words. Defiance didn’t get you what you wanted.

At least, not as quickly.

“There’s that spark.” His voice is cool much like the air surrounding you, almost as if it can slip beneath your clothes before his hands do. “What lie did you spin for your friends this time? Ruins to explore? Business back on the Source?” The man before you asks, finally moving to stand.

It is thankfully dark, though you know he’d have it no other way. Only the books are witness to your shame, surrounded by the many tomes of the Cabinet of Curiosity. Moren is blessedly absent, most likely out enjoying the ability to sleep at night like the many other residents of the Crystarium, the city unusually quiet for it’s standards.

However, the stillness makes the sound of your heart beating frantically in your chest that much louder, the blood rushing in your ears almost deafening. But it’s his gaze that you can hear, as strange as it sounds. It’s what those golden eyes say without speaking that has you nearly shaking with need.

Even though the baritone of his voice seems just barely above a whisper, the desire is so loud it threatens to overtake you. Perhaps that was more so his aether than anything, to let you feel how hungry he was for you before he even got within arms reach.

“What would your little friends say, seeing you here?” He questions, slowly moving closer to you. “Their precious Warrior of Light, sneaking out like a child of only fourteen summers, to meet with one they loathe so much.” He pauses once he finally stands before you, his arms crossed behind his back, staring at you with that infuriating smirk. “To meet, with me.”

“They would say nothing, because they won’t find out.” You ground out, giving him a pointed look that doesn’t seem to faze him in the least. If anything it just broadens his smirk, his hand gently catching your chin to tilt your head.

“Is that so?” Everything about him is cold like a Coerthan day. From the feel of his breath on your skin, to carefully woven cloth of his gloves. “I do suppose I have nothing to gain by letting them know of your...weakness.” He purrs, gently stroking a thumb across your bottom lip. Opening your mouth further, you allow him to slide it in, teeth nipping at the cloth as you try to tug it off his hand. “Eager today are we?” He doesn’t have to ask to know that you are a woman dying of thirst and him an oasis. He merely likes hearing it out loud, and you won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Don’t think I won’t take your silence as defiance.” He chuckles, as if it’s his own personal joke. Withdrawing his hand, his glove slides right off with ease, his skin pale in the moonlight. “You forget who is in control.”

That word. Your eyes flash dangerously. “I am not under your control.” You hiss, glove dropping from your mouth, to the floor. His eyes darken at that, arm reaching out to bring you against him roughly. Your light gasp doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the way your body presses against his own. “Tell me again then, how you are not under my control.” he growls, pushing you back against one of the nearby tables. With a firm shove, your feet leave the ground, falling against the hardwood none too gently.

You try to push back but he looms over you, blocking the moon from your sight. “I could feel your aether, the hunger suffused within from malms away.” He settles himself between your legs, the lower part of your gear melting away into shadow with a resounding snap. Your face heats as he unabashedly stares at the junction of your thighs, an appraising look on his face as the other hand that’s still gloved reaches for your slit.

The slick from your opening soaks the fabric without even trying, his finger just barely brushing your clit that has your hips jerking toward his hand. “Your body cannot hide how much you want me.” His voice is low, sinful, and it only serves to make you shudder further. Removing his hand, you bite your lip in frustration, knowing it is better to let him tease you than fight him. The more defiant you were, the more he would prolong your release.

He examines his hand, tongue reaching out to taste your liquids, moving his mouth on his finger in the lewdest way. He pulls his glove off with his teeth as he finishes, letting it fall to the floor with a satisfied grin. “As sweet as always.” His now bare hand moves to slide against your wet folds with a deliberate slowness, teasing just around your clit that has you whining in frustration.

Oh, how you hate it. Hate him.

“You don’t really hate me.” He croons, as smug as when you first met him. His aether brushes against your own, his darkness cool and inviting to how unbearable warm you feel. “Or perhaps you do. And instead, you hate that you cannot stop yourself from coming to me.” His teeth gleam in the dark of the night. “Or coming for me.”

“You basta--ah,” He slips a finger inside your body, your walls trying to trying to draw the digit deeper within.

“Such foul words, hero. Surely you know much kinder things to say, don’t you?” He whispers, slowly plunging his finger in and out, thrusting it into your needy hole. Dark magic slowly winds up around your legs, caressing, touching already sensitive skin, feeding your pleasure slowly. “Ah, but kindness is not why you come to me, now is it?” With more whispers of magic is your chest bared before him, his mouth leaning ever so closely at the valley of your breasts. “You come to give up control...to the only higher power you can think of.” He purrs against your skin, tongue tracing a line through the valley of your breasts up to your neck.

You try to push back, genuinely you do, try to hang onto those notions of good versus evil you so desperately hang onto. Emet-Selch tires of your inner battle, tendrils of aether coming up to gently grab your hands, but firmly tug them off his body. “D-Don’t,”

“Don’t what?” He asks, sounding completely and utterly bored. “Really, hero, I tire of your constant denial. It has long since lost its novelty.” The tendrils pin your hands down to the table, leaving him free to continue his ravishing uninterrupted. “You can hardly deny anything anymore; you’re here with your legs spread open for me like a common harlot.”

It’s a direct shot at your pride and you fix him with a hot glare. “I won’t sit here and,” More tendrils shape into being, slithering up your back to come and wrap around your front. They cup your breasts, encircling them in a way that has you unable to hide your moan.

Emet-Selch sighs dramatically as he steps away, snapping his fingers. A chair slides behind him instantly, just in time to catch him as he sits down. “If you must continue to bore me with your refusal to accept your own truth, I will at least try to make a good show for myself.” He looks absolutely disinterested, but even you can see the glimmer of lust in his topaz eyes. His arousal stands out, even beneath his many robes, but not for long as he crosses his legs and a tendril tilts your head upward so that you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“R-Release me,” You demand shakily, groaning as a tendril flicks at your clit.

“Admit the truth you are so determined to hold onto, hero.” He conjures a glass of wine out of thin air, swirling the ruby liquid in its glass. “Though at the rate you are going...we might be here for quite some time. Well into morning perhaps...” Dark lips pull into a cruel smirk as the tendril finally plunges inside you, your walls desperate to pull it deeper. “For your sake, I hope you find the words soon.”

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another drabble ive been sitting on a long time

#emet selch #solus zos galvus #FFXIV #ff14 #Final Fantasy XIV #drabble

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crackimagines · 5 years ago

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Keep Your Faith (FE: Three Houses Full Fic)

Persona 5 3H AU Masterlist Here!

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Silver Snow

As the Church of Seiros prepares to make its final assault against the Adrestian Empire and rescue Lady Rhea, the Black Eagles and Phantom Thieves are sent as the vanguard.

Though Akira and the others do not want to kill Edelgard, they are told there are no options.

...But, is there truly no other way?

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The armies stormed past the gates of Enbarr, and began securing the streets as the others moved towards the Capital building.

(Seteth) “Everyone, it is probable that Rhea is within the castle walls. We must defeat Edelgard and rescue Rhea in one fell swoop, no matter what stands in our way.”

(Byleth) “I don’t want to kill Edelgard.”

Byleth never showed much emotion before, but just that one sentence made it clear that even thinking of the idea caused him immense amounts of pain.

(Akira) “Neither do we. She was our friend!”

(Seteth) “Was your friend is correct to say. Now she is an enemy. I understand your desire for peace, but she will never bend to our will. We have no other choice but to kill her.”

(Ferdinand) “We have already killed Hubert, we have no time to hesi-”

(Ann) “You WHAT?!”

The Phantom Thieves were moving to incapacitate enemy strongholds on the way to the capital building, but left the fighting to the others while they were the distraction.

They had planned on simply knocking out Hubert but-

Ryuji grabbed Ferdinand by the collar.

(Ryuji) “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!”

(Ferdinand) “This is war, Ryuji! If we hesitate, then WE are the ones getting killed!”

(Caspar) “Besides, she started this war, so she has it coming!”

(Kasumi) “Did the time we spend with her mean anything to you all?!”

(Bernadetta) “O-Of course it did! But there’s no other way!”

(Makoto) “There’s ALWAYS another way!”

(Akechi) “...No, there really isn’t.”

Everyone turned to him.

(Akechi) “Look how much she’s done at this point, if she was willing to talk, it would have happened by now. Trying to see the good in her now isn’t going to do shit.”

(Phantom Thieves) “...”

(Petra) “This battle will be a deciding one. I am believing that her wish is to fight us.”

(Linhardt) “There’s no room for a peaceful option anymore. That’s the truth of the matter.”

(Dorothea) “I-I feel the same way as you all. I don’t want to kill any of our old friends but...”

Akira looked at the class and couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

They really had changed during the five years they were absent, haven’t they?

(Byleth) “Enough...We’ve wasted enough time bickering, they most likely have their defenses ready. We need to prepare for the final strike ourselves. Get into positions and wait for my signal.”

Everyone began moving with the rest of the soldiers as Byleth put a hand on Akira’s shoulders.

(Byleth) “I want you all to come with me.”

The Phantom Thieves followed Byleth until they are out of earshot with the rest of the class.

(Byleth) “...I haven’t really seen it in action myself but...You all can change hearts, right?”

(Yusuke) “Professor...Are you asking us to-”

(Byleth) “I am. I beg of you to change Edelgard’s heart. I do not want to see another one of my students die today.”

(Morgana) “Edelgard’s the target, huh? Does everyone agree to this?”

(Haru) “I do. She was with us since the very beginning.”

(Futaba) “Yeah, I’d feel like I’d be betraying her if we didn’t.”

(Akira) “Her cognition may be too strong to change but...We’ll try.”

(Byleth) “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

Everyone else nodded.

(Akechi) “...Guess the very least we could do is hear her out. But when the plan goes to shit, prepare for the worst, Kurusu.”

Akira didn’t want to think about that, but deep down he knew Akechi and the others were right.

The possibility of having to kill Edelgard seemed very likely.

It was times like these where he wished that Palaces formed normally in Fodlan.

The way it worked in this world was that the person’s shadow powered up their real life counterparts, making it virtually impossible to change people’s hearts.

But, there was chance it could work...

And that’s all Akira needed.

(Byleth) “We’ll be moving in to strike in half an hour. That’s all the time I can afford to you.”

(Akira) “We’ll save Edelgard. Don’t worry.”

(Byleth) “Then leave Rhea to us. Good luck, Phantom Thieves.”

Byleth walked away as the Phantom Thieves masks formed onto their faces with a blue flame.

(Akira) “Everyone, move in to infiltration positions. Violet, Crow, you’re with me.”

...

[Blood of a Villain - Persona 5]

(Edelgard) “So, they’ve made it into the palace, but it’s actually the perfect chance to turn the tables on them.

Defeating them will change the tide of the war instantly. Taking a risk on dragging us back from the brink is the only option.

EVERYONE, PREPARE FOR A BITTER STRUGGLE! VICTORY TO THE ADRESTIAN EMPIRE!”

(Soldiers) “FOR THE EMPIRE! FOR THE EMPEROR!”

The soldiers rushed out the doors while Edelgard grabbed her relic weapon.

(Edelgard) “...And I see you all have the same resolve as well.”

The Phantom Thieves dropped down from the ceiling, and Akira walked forth.

(Akira) “Edelgard...”

(Edelgard) “I thought you all would have stood with me against the Church. From what you told me of your world, you have dealt with a similar being like Rhea. So why? Why fight against us?”

(Ryuji) “Because, achieving peace through bloodshed ain’t any better!”

(Ann) “How is plunging the world into a civil war going to make things better?!”

(Edelgard) “If there were another option, I would have taken it, Ann. The Church controls everything!

Our cries for change would have gone unnoticed, and possibly even punished for speaking out. You know what the Church does to those who do.

But, I doubt you came to the throne room JUST to tell me that my methods are wrong. Are you here to kill me?”

(Makoto) “No. We came here to settle things WITHOUT violence.”

(Haru) “Please, lay your weapon down! We don’t want to do this!”

Kasumi elbowed Akechi’s side, and he quietly sheathed his pistol.

(Yusuke) “Professor Byleth himself asked us to do this. None of us want to shed any more blood today. There has been too much of that already.”

(Edelgard) “...Byleth asked you to?”

(Kasumi) “You’re our friend, Edelgard! Please, let’s just talk about this!”

[Keep Your Faith - Persona 5: Royal]

Edelgard closed her eyes and sighed.

(Edelgard) “I see...How regretful then.”

She clenched her weapon’s handle tightly and looked up.

(Edelgard) “I am sorry it had to come to this. But I cannot afford to back down, not even for you all.”

Edelgard’s eyes shone yellow, and a black mist slowly surrounded Edelgard.

(Morgana) “Damn it, her shadow!”

Akira reached for his mask and everyone followed suit.

(Edelgard) “Now, show me the full strength of the Phantom Thieves, Akira!”

(Kasumi) “Edelgard...!”

(Akechi) “Stubborn asshole, but suppose we’d be hypocrites if we called her out on that, huh?”

(Futaba) “Enemies coming in from behind! Joker, bring her home!”

(Akira) “Understood. Team two, good luck! TEAM ONE, PLAN B!”

The three tore the mask from their faces.

(Akira) “ARSENE!”

(Kasumi) “CENDRILLON!”

(Akechi) “LOKI!”

The room erupted into blue flames while Edelgard stood calmly, the wind pushing her cape back.

(Akira) “You’re coming with us, Edelgard!”

She said nothing as she readied herself and the Personas flew towards her.

Arsene’s heel blade slashed downwards, Edelgard blocking it as she was pushed back from the sheer force.

A circle of light surrounded Edelgard and she jumped out the way, a pillar of a bright white energy shooting outwards.

Edelgard spun around and slammed Aymr down, crushing the concrete and making Akira jump back.

Getting Aymr out of the ground, Edelgard barely deflected Akechi’s sword and jumped back as Loki’s blade stabbed into the ground where she would have been.

Twirling Aymr, she swung and hit Loki, sending him and Akechi flying into a nearby pillar and knocked away Arsene, making Akira fly off as well.

While she was distracted, Kasumi’s rapier thrusted forward managing to land a few hits on Edelgard.

Kasumi leapt into the air as Aymr swung sideways and failed to hit its target.

Landing perfectly, Kasumi got her rifle out and cranked the lever.

The first shot hit Edelgard in the arm while the second deflected off Aymr.

Akira and Akechi managed to get to a vantage point and fired their pistols together, the shots all landing in her legs and arms.

She knelt down as the Phantom Thieves moved closer, guns still pointing at her.

(Akira) “Edelgard, give up. Please.”

(Akechi) “Don’t make us hurt you even more.”

(Kasumi) “Put down the weapon...!”

(Edelgard) “I...I will...never! As long as I draw breath, I will fight to end the tyranny of that false Goddess!”

Akechi shook his head at Akira. Kasumi did the same when he looked at her.

(Akira) “...Fine then.”

The three jumped back and he gave the signal.

The three rapidly attacked Edelgard and her weak spot, the final blow sending Edelgard flying into the throne, knocking the seat over and destroying parts of it.

Edelgard slowly got up and held Aymr, still ready to fight.

Their Personas appeared behind them, waiting for their master’s input.

(Edelgard) “I...I...!”

Her legs were trembling but Edelgard fought her body in order to stand.

Cendrillon and Loki formed a holy and dark circle around Edelgard and blasted upwards.

Edelgard’s scream was bloodcurdling, yet she was still standing as her clothes were tattered and body bleeding.

(Edelgard) “IS...THAT ALL YOU GOT?!”

Her vision was beginning to go blurry as she was losing her voice.

Kasumi was starting to tear up and Akechi sighed loudly and shook his head.

Akira and Arsene walked toward Edelgard as she fell to one knee, trying to get back up.

(Akira) “...Edelgard. I’m afraid this is where your fight ends.”

Arsene’s wings folded into itself, and blew back, the gusts of wind violently knocking Edelgard out and made her drop her weapon.

Aymr clattered on the floor as Edelgard slumped against the stairs.

[Unfulfilled - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

The rest of the Phantom Thieves came through the door and saw Edelgard on the stairs.

(Ryuji) “Hey, did you guys...?”

(Akechi) “No. We knocked her out. Though she’s in pretty bad shape.”

(Akira) “Cuff and heal her. We need to-”

(Edelgard) “S-So...”

Everyone turned to Edelgard who was on one knee again and holding Aymr.

Though this time, she didn’t seem to want to fight anymore.”

(Edelgard) “It looks as though...my path...will end here...”

(Ann) “What?”

(Yusuke) “Do not spout such nonsense. We are taking you in ALIVE, Edelgard.”

(Edelgard) “I know...But, as long as I live...this conflict will never end. Even now, people across the land are killing each other...”

(Futaba) “Then we’ll stop them with you!”

(Morgana) “G-Guys...?”

Edelgard held Aymr tightly and it started to glow.

(Edelgard) “Everyone...I’m afraid...your path lies across my grave.”

When she stood up, everyone got into a battle stance.

(Makoto) “Are you listening?! We are NOT killing you!”

(Haru) “Nothing you say will make us!”

Edelgard smiled.

(Edelgard) “I know...”

(Everyone) ?

(Edelgard) “Just like you all, I will take my ideals to my grave. So, promise me that you will keep the hope you all possess no matter what...And tell the professor-”

Akechi’s eyes went wide and he quickly drew his pistol and aimed at Aymr, but when he pulled the trigger, the pistol started clicking.

(Akechi) “SHIT!”

(Kasumi) “Crow-senpai?! What are you-”

(Akechi) “YOU IDIOTS, STOP HER!”

Akira was the first to register what Akechi meant.

But he was too slow.

(Edelgard) “All I wanted...was to walk with you all.”

Edelgard swung Aymr with her full might at herself.

(Akira) “EDELGARD!”

Edelgard fell over, the blood from Aymr in her gut starting to spill out.

Akira ran over to her and he started casting healing skills with his Persona, which prompted everyone who could heal to do the same.

Those who couldn’t heal looked over to Futaba, who was closing her eyes and looking away.

(Futaba) “Guys...she...she’s already gone...”

Akira closed his eyes as everyone else had a mixed reaction.

Ryuji punched the closest thing to him, screaming.

Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Kasumi began crying.

Haru started sniffling as she held her hat over her chest.

Akechi crossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking away.

Yusuke stood silently before turning away from the body doing the same as Akechi.

Byleth and the other Black Eagles came through the door and saw Edelgard’s body on the stairs.

(Byleth) “Edelgard...?”

(Dorothea) “Edie...S-She’s?!-”

(Akira) “Don’t...Don’t say anything...Please.”

...

One Week Later...

[Our Light - Persona 5: Royal]

The portal had appeared before the invasion of Enbarr took place, but the Phantom Thieves swore to themselves that they’d see this war through before going back to their world.

And they had done just that.

The war with the Empire had ended, Rhea rescued, and Edelgard dead.

The Phantom Thieves no longer had any business with Fodlan.

The rest of this fight was on Byleth and the Black Eagles.

Byleth and Dorothea were the only ones who knew they were leaving, with the others not knowing.

The only reason they had been notified was because they were the only ones who seemed to give a damn about killing their former friends.

(Byleth) “So...you all will finally be heading home.”

(Akira) “Yeah...Thanks for everything.”

(Dorothea) “Of course...We’re sorry we had to drag you into our fight.”

(Akira) “Don’t worry about...Just take care of yourselves, okay?”

(Byleth) “You too.”

It was awkward, but no one else had anything to say.

Everyone went to hug Byleth and Dorothea before looking at the portal.

(Akira) “Akechi, what’s going to happen to you?”

He shrugged.

(Akechi) “Hell if I know but...In case we don’t see each other again...”

Akechi stuck a hand out and shook Akira’s firmly.

(Akechi) “...See ya.”

He was the first to walk into the portal and disappeared.

Everyone turned around and waved goodbye to Byleth, and walked in.

The portal slowly started to fade away, and disappeared altogther.

Never to reappear again.

...

Persona 5 Three Houses AU:

The End...?

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toushindai · 4 years ago

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again to fly away

Post-epilogue, 1.9k. Even the summary is a bit spoilery, so that’s below the cut.

[ Read on AO3 ]

Nyx gives Persephone a gift before she returns to her mother.

(“Well, with your family, one learns to take precautions.”)

Persephone is dressed not in her regalia but in a simpler gown when she pokes her head around Nyx’s corner.

“I’m going to spend a little time in the garden, Nyx. Would you care to join me?”

Nyx looks down at her own midnight robes. “Should I change first?” she asks, sincerely unsure.

“No need! I just wanted to look over everything before I prepare to leave.”

That does not seem to be the entire purpose behind her invitation; usually, she tends to the garden on her own, or with Hades’ help, and Nyx notices that she offered her invitation only minutes after Zagreus’s latest departure. But, if there is something her Queen wishes to discuss in private, then Nyx will gladly oblige. And besides, any time spent with Persephone is a treasure.

So she follows Persephone outside, floating effortlessly behind her as the younger goddess waters the hedges. “Those flowers you keep in your little corner,” Persephone says, “Hades tells me they were a gift from Zagreus?”

“They were.” Nyx smiles, a bit wistfully. “He commissioned them without warning, one night when I was attending to other business, and they startled me when I returned, but they made me think of you. They have brought me more joy than I foresaw.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“They are.”

“You’ve raised him to be so thoughtful, Nyx. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Mm.” Nyx thinks of the young prince. “I do not believe that I am solely to thank for his upbringing. Achilles has shaped him as well, and his father, in his own way. And while I may take some credit for his thoughtfulness, that cannot be fully conflated with his kindness.” She averts her gaze, cupping a pomegranate blossom in her hand. “You know well that I have struggled, in the past, to demonstrate such kindness; to empathize before I think of practical matters. In this regard, I have tried to learn from you, and to treat both the prince and others under my care with tenderness when it is appropriate. But I am not sure that I am the reason that Zagreus learned such an instinctive kindness as he shows to all those he meets.”

“Nyx.” Persephone draws near and takes Nyx by the elbow, looking up into her face. “You have always been so kind to me.”

“Not always,” Nyx disagrees. When the Fates first brought Hades to this realm, her realm; when Zeus, shortly thereafter, deposited Persephone here and the tendrils of light and life that the younger woman inevitably carried with her infiltrated Nyx’s carefully cultivated darkness, upsetting the balance that she had been fighting so hard to maintain—Nyx had been curt, then, and unwelcoming, injured by the implication that her control (already costing her everything) was not enough. If Hades had not been so gruffly dutiful and Persephone so patient and willing to listen, there might have been a clash that tore the Underworld in two. But Nyx is at least observant, and unlike Chaos at their distant remove she has learned to respond to the world around her. Hades and Persephone had helped to shape the Underworld into something that could be controlled. And from the two of them, Nyx learned a little more about interaction, about the subtle skill it takes for a being to exist alongside another being.

Now, tenderly, she touches Persephone’s face. “I know that I was part of what made your adjustment to the Underworld so difficult the first time, my Persephone. I only hope that this time, I have not repeated my old mistakes.”

But Persephone cups her hand over Nyx’s, smiling ruefully. “You haven’t, Nyx, not at all! You’ve been more welcoming than I can say, and you know that I missed you. Our early difficulties, you had already made up for a thousand times by the time I left.”

The Queen’s eyes are honest. Nyx lets herself trust them. “Then, good.”

“Then, good, indeed!” Persephone gives her hand a little squeeze. “Don’t worry so much about ancient history, all right, Nyx? We’ve all changed. I’m not that impulsive young woman anymore, either.”

“No, you aren’t,” Nyx agrees.

“Exactly.” Persephone turns back to her flowers, but he does not release Nyx’s hand; Nyx trails obligingly after her to observe what Persephone is observing. She half-expects the Queen to explain some detail of care for the plants, some task she would like Nyx to perform in her absence. But, instead, a hint of seriousness comes into her voice. “Speaking of impulsivity…. Well, perhaps that isn’t a fair transition. Nyx, I wanted to ask you, what was Zagreus like as a child?”

Nyx looks at her in confusion. “Zagreus, as a child?”

“Yes.” Persephone’s face is as serious as her voice. “I will confess, I am asking with an ulterior motive. Supposing Mother should inquire about her grandson, I don’t want her to catch on that I wasn’t around for his upbringing.”

Nyx feels a pulse of fear, and conceals it. “Ah. You are clever to think ahead of such a possibility,” she says, and Persephone winces in answer. “Do you think that Goddess Demeter would try deliberately to entrap you thus?”

Persephone gives a wry smile. “She may. She used to do so when I was young, catching me in little lies about whether I had spent the night obediently in my bed or gone out running through the fields. Maybe it’s silly, to worry about such things like I’m still a child, but…”

“You know your mother best, my Queen. If this is a concern you have, then I will do all I can to alleviate it. Including telling you stories of Zagreus’s younger days.”

“Thank you, Nyx.”

Nyx hesitates, though, because telling stories cannot be all that she can do. She enfolds Persephone’s hand between both of her own and looks seriously at the goddess of verdure. “To tell the truth, I would prefer not to have to send you back to your mother.”

Persephone looks back solemnly. “I know,” she says. “Hades has said the same, and I know Zagreus is thinking it, too. And I… I don’t mind the idea of reconciling to Mother, but I wish I felt that I had a little more choice in the matter. If she were not holding the mortal world hostage, if Hades didn’t fear that she would start a war over me… well, it’s funny, but I think I’d be more willing to visit her, if that were the case. But I must go. This all started because I seized an opportunity to run away from my problems, and it’s spun out of control for long enough.”

“I understand.” She does not like it, but she understands. “Will you forgive me if I send something along with you, to keep you company and keep you safe?”

A smile comes back to Persephone’s face. “There would be nothing to forgive, Nyx! I would treasure something to remember you by. As for keeping me safe, well… I know what my family is like. We can’t be too careful.”

“Then give me three nights before you depart, and I shall have something for you. But for now…” She draws Persephone over to the bench at the edge of the garden, and they sit down together. “Let me tell you of your son’s youth. There is much to tell, for Prince Zagreus was not always as well-behaved as he is nowadays…”

Busy though the Underworld is, it does not take Nyx the full three nights she requested to fashion her gift for Persephone. She lets the time pass, anyway; darkness seeps into the gift, strengthening its power and Nyx’s connection to it. But she cannot force Persephone to tarry for too long. When the fourth day dawns—after Persephone has said her good-byes to her son and seen him off on another escape attempt—Nyx pulls her aside and places the newest Chthonic Companion into her outstretched hands.

Surprise crosses Persephone’s face as she sees what it is. “A Chthonic Companion, for me? Don’t you think I’m a little old for this?” For a moment, there is severity in her face, and Nyx wonders if she has misstepped, making a stuffed animal for the woman who rejected the name maiden. But then Persephone breaks out into a warm smile. “I’m only joking. It’s adorable, Nyx. It’s a swallow, isn’t it?”

“It is.” A bird whose arrival in the land of Greece above foretells spring. The Companion is made in a red and black that recalls the Queen’s regalia, with a pale wheat-colored belly that matches her hair. Nyx selected the emeralds carefully to reflect Persephone’s beautiful green eyes.

Persephone cups the swallow in her hand, turning it this way and that to admire it. “I always loved swallows. Mother taught me to watch for them when the winter grew too long to bear. I love it, Nyx, thank you. Does she have a name yet? A fable?”

“Not yet.”

“Is it all right if I come up with all of that?”

Nyx smiles. “I would be honored.”

“Then when I am lonely for the Underworld and missing you, I will tell myself stories of how Mother Night fits into this little one’s life.” She presses the Companion to her chest and then tucks it into the top of her bag.

Nyx takes her hands and draws her closer to the wall, speaking quietly. “It is not only a keepsake to remind you of me, my Queen. Should you ever feel that you are in danger there on Olympus—”

“I know,” Persephone says. “Zagreus has told me all about how they work when he carries them through his father’s realm. Are you promising to burst into the light in my defense, should my mother and all the rest not treat me with all the respect I deserve?”

“Yes, I am.”

Persephone speaks lightly, but Nyx does not. She did not realize it until the Queen returned to the Underworld, but the truth is that Night Incarnate would gladly start a new war and end it in the same moment if that was what it took to keep Persephone safe.

Seeing the sincerity in Nyx’s eyes, Persephone falters for a moment. Then she squeezes Nyx’s hands tightly. “Let us hope that things do not come to that,” she says.

“I will always hope the same, Persephone.”

And then Persephone releases her hands in order to throw her arms around Nyx. Nyx is startled for a moment—she fears for the propriety of such an embrace here in the formality of the House—but when Persephone does not release her, she returns the gesture, holding Persephone’s head close to her breast. “I will miss you,” she confesses.

“I’ll miss you too, Nyx. You’ll write, won’t you? All the time?”

“Of course I will.”

“I will, too. We’ll give Hermes quite a workout, ferrying our letters back and forth.”

“I am sure he will appreciate the opportunity.”

They stay like that a moment longer, until some deep part of Nyx feels something slip ever so slightly out of balance. “You must not keep Charon waiting any longer, my Queen,” she says.

Persephone sighs. “You’re right, of course. Then I’ll go. But I’ll be back this time, Nyx. I swear it.”

“We will all look forward to your return.”

“I will as well. Farewell, Nyx. None of you may forget how much I love you all, you understand? I forbid it.”

Nyx answers with a half-bow, and Persephone leaves through the garden, turning once to make her swallow’s wing wave one last good-bye. And then, as Charon ferries her away, Nyx watches the golden thread of her existence wind its way all the way up to the surface and into the blinding light.

#hades game #hades spoilers #nyx #persephone #nyx (hades game)#persephone (hades game)#1.0 spoilers #tou wrote a thing #again to fly away

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cinnamon-bebe · 5 years ago

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Remember Us

(Sebastian x Reader)

Summary: Some mistakes cannot be fixed. A couple must come to terms with their loss.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bereavement, cheating, mentions of abortions.

(’Re-purposing’ and embellishing an old storyline I had written for a fic years ago)

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Sebastian

My feeble fingers fumble for the stereo in an attempt to put an end to the miserable love song on the radio but of course, I fail spectacularly, dialing up the volume with all my drunkenness.

“And I wish I could leave my bones

And my skin

And float over the tired, tired sea

So, that I could see you again

Maybe you would leave too

And we’d blindly pass each other

Floating over the ocean blue

Just to find the warm bed of our lover”

Why must the radio torment me tonight?

I try to change the station as I grip onto the steering wheel, I feel my car sway from side to side but it’s fine. There’s no one here, I’m all alone.

I soon come to realise that the music isn’t coming from the radio, rather a CD inside my stereo. Ripping out disc, my bleary eyes make out the name; Gregory Alan Isakov.

She must have forgotten this.

God, I shouldn’t be driving. If my agent knew, she’d be livid but for the sake of my sanity, I couldn’t stay at that PR sham any longer. Seeing all those phoney faces, pretending to be interested. Pretending to be into my hot new co-star, all for the sake of eliciting some publicity for our film. The only thing that made the night bearable, was the endless supply of booze. No doubt the organisers were hoping for the press to catch some drunken antics by the bevy of celebrities; we’ve got a movie to sell, all publicity is good publicity right? And I almost succumbed to it if it wasn’t for Maddie, physically holding me back from taking another swig straight from the champagne bottle. I was being every agent’s nightmare and she wasn’t afraid to tell it to my face. In fact, she ordered me straight into the men’s room to “fix myself up” before I dare make another appearance back at our table. She probably thinks I’m still in there.

I remember now. She used to love this album.

I throw the disc onto the empty seat next to me, as the house finally comes to view. I pull up on the side of the road; the lights are off, she’s not home.

The deafening silence in the car hurts. I feel my brain trying to sober me up but my mind just isn’t ready yet. I fall back against the headrest, my hands on the wheel to steady myself, to keep my head from spinning.

She’s usually home by now.

I reach for my phone, hopeful that Y/N had come around and returned one of my calls.

Nothing.

A text from my mother at 3.

A couple of missed calls from Chris at 7.

3 voicemails twenty minutes ago from Maddie; probably figured out I was gone.

My fingers slide over my contact list until it finds a familiar number, one I have hesitated to call lately after our last encounter but I guess, the alcohol is fuelling some sort of blind courage tonight.

“Hello?”

“Liv? It’s me…Seb.” I slur. I figure the louder I speak the more comprehensible I would sound.

“Wow, you have some nerve don’t you? Did I not make myself clear last time?”

I wince at the hostility in her voice.

“Is Y/N with you? She’s not picking up her phone…I’m outside her house right now.“

“Jesus Christ Sebastian. Just leave her alone okay? She doesn’t need this right now! She doesn’t need you fucking with her head anymore!”

I’m sure Liv is just as sick of me as Y/N.

The last 5 months I have been trying to see Y/N, to tell her how sorry I am, to fix our lives but she’s manage to avoid me in every way imaginable.

Her locks are changed, she no longer frequents the places that we loved and I know she’s taken extra shifts at the hospital, all to avoid seeing me; the pariah.

Liv was my only window to her, to find out how she was doing.

Coping.

After my last attempt to raid Liv’s house for her, she’s cut off all contact from me.

I’m surprised this woman hasn’t hung up yet.

“I just want to know that she’s alright…that’s all I want to know Liv. I miss her.”

I feel as if my entire body is sinking, my shoulders grow heavy and the exhaustion of everything that has happened, all hitting me at once. Blow after blow.

I cry down the phone to her best friend who hates me.

My Olivia.

My Olivia who was always in my corner whenever I fought with Y/N, helped her see past all the stupid shit I’d do, helped her see the rational side of things whenever she had doubts. Liv was our family who had been through it all, seen all our good and plenty of the bad. God knows how many times she intervened to save our relationship.

Seems as though this time, not even Liv can salvage what is left.

The line crackles as she sighs.

“Seb…we both know this is better for Y/N. She needs to move on and you do too.”

“I don’…I can’t. I can’t lose her, not like this. I can fix this.” My cries become uncontrollable, I have ruined the expensive suit I’ve been wearing, if it wasn’t already been marred by the stench of booze.

“Seb. There’s just nothing you can do. She doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

“Liv please. Help me, I know you can help me.” I regain an inch of control over my sobs, holding onto the last sliver of dignity that I have left.

“How?“ She sighs, exasperated. “How do you expect me to fix… this?”

“Just tell me where she is.”

She pauses, I can hear her contemplating over the line.

“She’s gone on out with someone.“ She says curtly. "She should be back soon but you need to be gone by then.”

Before I could even respond, she hangs up the phone.

Is she seeing someone?

I pull my palms across my face, cleaning myself up as I run through all the possibilities of who Y/N could be out with at this hour.

I adjust myself in my seat. I’ll sit out here for as long as I need.

I have to see her tonight.

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Y/N

The car ride home was quiet. I had fiddled with my nails all the way through, scratching out bits of the red varnish I had spent so much time and effort painting on. The air conditioning was blowing directly at me, much to my discomfort but I didn’t want to break the peace and ask for it to be turned off.

It’s fine now. We’re outside my house.

“I had I great time Y/N.” Josh holds my hand, affectionately running his thumb against my skin.

Josh.

Handsome, smart, dependable Josh. Perfect. Just perfect. Which is exactly why I am kicking myself for feeling so miserable this whole night.

I had went all out to pump myself up for this date, even so much as buying a ridiculously expensive dress that I’ll probably never wear again.

We’ve been seeing each other for the past couple weeks, yet I feel nothing. No butterflies. No chemistry.

“Me too.” I lie.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He begins to stroke my face, my body fighting its urge to flinch.

Slowly, he draws me closer, planting a soft and affectionate kiss on my lips; which I return. A part of me hoping it will ignite some spark but instead, only the desire to push him off and run.

“Good night Josh. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I pull away, hoping he misses the aggrieved expression on my face.

I can tell he is disappointed that I didn’t invite him in but I just can’t. I’m not ready no matter how many times I tell myself I am. It’s been 5 months and the thought of having another man in my house still makes my stomach turn.

I give him a final wave as I leave his car. Making my way to my door, my feet drags slowly behind on the pavement, pained from wearing the stilettos I had reserved for special occasions.

From the corner of my eye, I swear I could see a familiar car.

No. My mind must be playing tricks.

I fumble away for my keys as I reach the steps of my porch.

I halt to a stop.

My breath hitches as he emerges from the shadows, gathering himself up from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Y/N.”

His voice. That voice that’s been haunting me, turns me immediately on my heels and sends me running in the opposite direction.

“Y/N!”

He pulls me from behind. I feel myself numb in his arms, his body pressed so tightly against mine as he holds me hostage in the dark.

“Get off Sebastian.” I try to whisper, remain as calm as my mind would allow. The last thing I want is to wake my neighbours and invite them to this little peep show.

“I want to talk to you Y/N. Please.” He’s been drinking, I can smell it from his pores.

“Get off.” I try to turn myself around, facing him so I could push his heavy chest away.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“Just get off!” I begin hitting him, smacking him hard in the torso. Even just an inch between us would allow me to escape.

“We can work through this, it’s us.“

I refuse to respond.

"It’s us.” He cries, dropping his arms from around me, finding my hands instead. He rests his forehead against mine, his tears hot on my cold skin.

I upset the moment pushing him one last time. His reflexes falter causing him to stumble, permitting me to break away.

“Y/N!”

I harshly jerk from his clasp, ignoring him clamouring after me. I rush to my door with the keys shaking in my hands.

“Will you just talk to me? Please!” He gets angry with me.

The audacity.

I ignore him again, trying my best to get my hands to function, to get the key in.

“You think you’re the only one hurting Y/N?”

The keys drop from my hands, along with my every chance to get away, hitting the wooden slabs of my porch with a loud thud.

“GOD!” I scream. At him. At myself. I stare at my keys sitting so helplessly on the floor, as I fall down myself.

How have I become so weak?

I no longer recognise what I have become, what we have become.

I have spent every ounce of my energy trying to recover some form of normalcy back in my life, convincing my friends, myself, that everything is fine, that my world isn’t falling apart. I try so hard but I can never fool myself. The world can see right through me, no matter how much I force that smile.

“Y/N.“ Sebastian collapses beside me, tugging at my arm. "Look at me, please.” He grabs my wrist, propping my hands against his pain ridden face.

"I know I can’t do things over, I can’t change what happened but we can overcome this. W-we can make it through the other side.”

I sit motionless in his arms.

The night is dark, so dark it seems we were exiled from the world. It must be 2, 3 am in the morning by now, not a decibel disturbing the street.

Sebastian starts to relax his hold on me, I can feel him slowly sobering up as he rests his head on my lap, his face nestled close to my stomach. The vitality we once had has drained out of us, our lifeless vessels too weak to go on.

I look down at him, his eyes are closed as he murmurs inaudible words into my abdomen.

“We lost the baby.” I whispered.

“I know.”

The reality of those words cut me in a million ways. I have never dared utter those words out loud, too afraid to speak the truth into existence.

“I did this, didn’t I? I made you lose the baby.” Sebastian looks up at me, his eyes vacant; dying.

I can’t find the will to respond.

I’ve spent so long placing the blame on him, why is it suddenly so hard to say it out loud now?

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #imagines #marvel #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #chris evans #anthony mackie #not my gif #remember us

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wammys-house-a · 5 years ago

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Awake; 4:22. My day began in darkness.

The tips of my fingers guide me to the nightstand, polished wood and still air. Golden splitters of dust. Dying shadows transform every surface to velvet – a space between slick and rough, hard and soft.

My consciousness floating just at the surface of sleep, anesthetizing the ever present panic of dawning adulthood to a dull terror living at the back of my mind. But, my senses remain ripe with promise of touch starved sensitivity. It's only four steps to his bed through my fingers.

I walk the pale line - bleeding in through the curtains, stencils of the trees like black veins, weaving over his side like the guiding lines for my fingers.

I hoard his warmth for my own cold, shivering body like the pulse of August and crawl in, pressing his essence into my senses so he can fill me up... Folded into the sheets, his scent and heat are magnified, igniting a flame, snuffing me out with careful caresses like damp fingers to the wick.

Relief

His slumber soaked skin pressed against my mine like warm cream, silky and melting. My mind drifts between hynagogic mirage and the wet pressure. My grasp on certainty begins loosening, ebbing with the jerking movements of my body, breaking paralysis in response to freefall and unquenched ecstasy. My jaw aches with restraint. The tips of my teeth hover between release and pressing dents into his flesh as a surge courses through me. Everything beyond the bed becomes ethereal, I don't know who I am or that it matters.

Deliriously free - of myself . Parts of me are coming unwound, being touched in ways only achievable through sex or surgery. This excision of self is too gentle. Melding into sensation, our boundaries become imperceptible, I cannot find where I end and he begins.

I've disappeared again.

— 11: 22

Don't scream

I worry a lapse of conscientious effort may cause a collapse and all my pretenses will come apart at the seams.

What then...?

Maybe my sanity would be in question.

But, it's the self castigation I'm most afraid of. Then, I would hide and hope I might be forgotten but not discarded — try only to emerge in the dead of night, like a specter in my own home.

I'm pathetic.

I know a crack in the veneer wouldn't rank among even the hundreds-of-thousands of the worst possible things I could do. But, of all people I've met, I've been the least forgiving of myself.

... Maybe it's because I have to live with all the mistakes I make or because I am incapable of giving myself the benefit of the doubt, when I'm someone who's motives I can have no doubts of.

This masochistic criticism does me no good.

But, I know the path from believing everyone knows to they're right and I'm an impostor, is steeper than I can yet appreciate... But, fear isn't where the urge to scream comes from.

— It comes from y o u

Y o u have cornered me, interrupting my ritual of anxiously darting from dining hall to seclusion. Forcing me to hold my sinews tight enough to forget where I was going.

"... I'm Alternative. Pleased to meet you."

Not a single word of that feels honest.

This feels like a robbery, handing over this identity as a courtesy to complete strangers to avoid the threat of looking impolite.

I just wish you had the sense to know when someone wanted nothing but tight lipped acknowledgement in passing. I don't understand what it was about my hastful gate that signalled your invitation.

... I know you don't understand.

For me, this is an act of mutilation. I am cutting away parts of myself to fit a mold, to perform a role I don't know I want, put on a skin that I don't know that I recognize anymore.

Somewhere between when you knew I existed but before I gave you this name, I was true to myself and now I am invisible.

Alternative hangs around my neck like an indictment and I don't want to be defined by him anymore, I don't want him to be in every corner, leaving me nowhere to exist.

You're a pretty girl... I know that must follow you around too, there are parts of your world where how people perceive you has nothing to do with you, everything to do with what isn't in your control, wasn't your choice. It isn't who you are, and I wonder if it frustrates you too.

In these moments, I fantasize about reaching into my throat and tearing out my larynx, it creaking, popping like styrofoam from a tight box.

Then, I couldn't regret anything else.

I couldn't sell myself at a discount.

Not to anyone. Not ever again.

— 1:27

At the mirror, he's putting on L's face.

For me, a quiet eulogy.

For him, a Monday afternoon.

I've stopped battling the body I'm living in.

Tired of being told what to be ashamed of.

Told what mutilation will enhance my value.

Body, I'm trying so hard to coexist with you in peace... but I struggle to assimilate us into one whole being. I've come to recognize that I'll never tame you. Your blind nature can't be negotiated with and I can't make you mine by forcing you into a war I can't win. But, letting nature reclaim you... brings the faces of my parents to the surface, and I feel haunted by ghosts only I can see. Then, you don't feel like you belong to me anymore.

I worry what he sees too, the more I let go of control... Your immutable lineage, savages running fugitive through my blood, strangers that spat Psalms over slick guillotines and slid slender fingers over Berthier's — I'll never escape it... it's whispered in the lines of my body and the slopes of my speech. I worry he will always see....

something o t h e r about me.

But, I know I can never fix you, I can never domesticated you You're a home I don't ask for

I can't own. I can't master

I can't maintain

I cannot leave ...

I know

One day, I'll be free of it.

Of you.

Then it will be too soon, too late.

Whoever I am now, won't be here to appreciate the broken chains, the broken bonds, all the broken promises I made that one day we would make peace.

But the hands that tenderly unlaced us this morning, released our boundaries, are now drawing a brush across skin to hide all traces of someone I knew in childhood.

The echos of a history only I know, because I was there, vanish beneath a shallow vale like innocence in reverse. I can't reconcile that the hands that draw me up are capable of digging a grave, but I am witnessing it as the face I recognize fades beneath the layers of ash and dust...

There are so many ways

To hide a body .

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memoriesof-midnight · 6 years ago

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I don’t know how to write anymore. I don’t know how to stop my body from disconnecting, from becoming a different person the moment the room changes. I don’t know how to be myself, how to meet somebody’s eye, how to stop my lip from curling weirdly when someone catches me off guard. I don’t know how to smile pretty, I don’t know how to get a job, I don’t know how to live. I don’t know how to care, I don’t know how to not care. I just don’t fucking know. It gets dark by the time I’m done with school, and it’s cold, and it’s two weeks until Christmas. We’re reading Catcher in the Rye, and I feel myself morph into Holden’s thoughts. Who am I? I feel trapped inside my body. I have always been so mature and I think it’s hurting me, preventing me from experiencing things the way everyone else does. They talk and talk and laugh and laugh and I can’t think of anything to say. Nothing happens in my life because all I do is lay in my bed in my sweatpants thinking of stories and never writing them. All I do is wish for something else, wish to be someone else, wish to be a movie. I want to be intoxicating, larger than life itself. I want people to want to get to know me. But I can’t move my mouth to smile, and I can’t stop myself from drawing in. I can’t control my sporadic outbursts, my whiney comments, my lazy habits. I can’t make decisions, and I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than right here right now. I’m afraid I’m not real. I’m afraid I have nothing going for me, no personality, no goals, no fight, except for the sporadic bursts of inspiration that I have to wait to hit me. I don’t do anything I don’t want to, but I don’t do anything that I want to either. How is that possible? What do I do? I’m afraid I’m narcissistic. Maybe it’s just self love, and no one around me is in a place where they can understand that… I don’t think about the future because I’m scared of it. I think. I have this strange faith in myself, but I’m beginning to realize I cannot count on that. Things aren’t just going to work themselves out. Either I do it, or no one does. I’m beginning to realize this isn’t a movie. I’m beginning to realize that the person I am on the inside does not match the person on the outside and does not match the person I want to be. I didn’t recognize myself until I straightened my hair. I don’t feel like myself unless I’m in my room. I don’t feel like myself. My body is disconnecting. My limbs move on their own. I have these moments where I see myself, really see myself the way everyone else must see me, and I hate myself. It’s not even true hatred, it’s more like who is this girl? What is she doing here? Why doesn’t she match my mind? Even this here, what I’m writing, makes me cringe. I love it, because it’s about me, but I hate it, because it’s so fucking pointless. The world is ending around me, but oh my god my hair.

It’s late, I’m lonely, I haven’t written anything in months and it all just came out. 12.10.18

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nadziejastar · 6 years ago

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You seem sure that Birth by Sleep Volume 2 not being made heavily damaged the story. Do you think it would have been possible to salvage things?

The short answer is yes. I wrote about BBSV2 here more in-depth. Without it? No. Definitely not.There were a TON of plot lines left to resolve. It seems like that game was supposed to be the one to set them all up before KH3 offered the final resolution. BBSV2 wasn’t meant to be a spin-off nor simply a sequel to BBS. It was a crucial part of the timeline that had its plot threads set up many years in advance. The question of Apprentice Xehanort’s ability to wield a Keyblade was brought up all the way back in KH2! Xemnas was intentionally not using a Keyblade. You can’t just cancel an entire game’s worth of story out of the blue and still expect to offer any sense of resolution. I think that is the main reason why KH3 had such a terrible story.

I still think there were other factors that would have been at play even if BBSV2 hadn’t been cancelled. Though they’d definitely be less egregious. I do think there was a strong push by both Square and Disney to make the game as “mainstream” as possible. I think that’s a big reason why KH3′s story is so overly simplified, in addition to the cancelled game. Nomura mentioned that the Keyblade Graveyard sections were restricted to the minimum necessary to move Sora forward. Otherwise there would have been “too much story" (*eyeroll*). And I have no reason to believe that was limited to the Keyblade Graveyard.

KH3′s Biggest Problem: The Irrelevant Power of Waking

“Believing light and darkness must remain in balance, Master Xehanort seeks to spark war against the ‘tyranny of light’ to restore equilibrium.In an effort to undermine Xehanort’s plot, Sora, Donald and Goofy search for seven guardians of light and the “Key to Return Hearts,” while King Mickey and Riku search for previous Keyblade wielders.”

—Kingdom Hearts III press release

I believe that is one of the reasons that the Power of Waking was all but eliminated from the story and gameplay. That would certainly be a lot of story that would need to be “streamlined”. The higher-ups probably thought diving into the hearts of characters broke up the pacing too much, and it wouldn’t be seen as fun from a gameplay perspective. I disagree, of course. But it clearly didn’t make the cut. Not to mention it’s pretty convoluted from a story standpoint. But in my opinion, this is the biggest problem with the whole story, and the root cause of most of the other issues.

Ansem the Wise says to Aqua “Everything is born from sleep.” What does this mean?

Nomura: In that scene the ones who are calling for “Sora” are the ones who have already disappeared from the world. But in the world of KH there is no concept of death, that for example they are just sleeping within Sora’s heart. If you can just wake them up, they’ll be able to return to the world, they would be “born from sleep”. That there would be a possibility of this, is what Ansem the Wise is saying. Even Aqua, who isn’t in the realm of light, would be born from sleep. In that case, do the characters we see in that scene have a chance of returning?

Nomura: Yes. The data that Ansem has hidden within Sora is the secret to that revival. When Ansem had become DiZ, and studied the heart and emotions, the results he found he hid within Sora. There are a lot of people who thought that Coded was about finding those results, but that’s not true. The ending of Coded was about finding out that DiZ had done something to Sora, as Namine said, finding out about the data that Ansem hid. What that data is will be revealed in the next game.

Learning the Power of Waking was supposed to be the entire plot of KH3. The whole concept of the Guardians of Light was set up ages ago. And so was the idea of sleeping (Birth by Sleep) and dreaming (Dream Drop Distance). The “next game” referred to was actually supposed to be BBSV2!

Speaking of the Birth by Sleep secret cutscene, Ansem the Wise says that he hid his research results in Sora. This complies with what happens in Re:Coded when Namine says DiZ (Ansem the Wise) has hid something inside Sora. Is that mystery remaining unsolved?Nomura: Yes. Namine added data to the Jiminy Journal in order to convey that the “pain” of those connected to Sora must be healed, but at the point in time Ansem hid the research results inside Sora, he didn’t know that. Accordingly, Ansem’s research results will become the key to healing the “pain” in the future of the story.

It was the whole purpose of Sora and Riku’s Mark of Mastery exam. They needed this power to bring back the missing Guardians of Light. It was the whole reason for Re:Coded’s existence. Namine wanted to let Sora know about the pain of the memories connected to his heart. And it was about learning that Ansem put data in Sora’s heart. This data was the key to healing the pain in the future of the story.

Secret Report 3: Experiments of the Heart – Notes on Subject X, Excerpt 1

After his initial experiments on me, Ansem the Wise ceased his research into the heart, his hand stayed by some fear I cannot fathom. Yet this new subject is like me: devoid of memories. She is the perfect sample upon which to continue my master’s work. She, too, could benefit from it; by traversing the heart, we have a direct path into memory. I myself have begun to reclaim my lost past thanks to these very experiments.

And Ansem’s initial research was all about the heart and its connection to memory.

Though he’s a member of Organization XIII, Axel is shown in the end of Re:Coded in the memories of “pain”…Nomura: Since healing the necessary “pain” of Axel’s is different than with other people, if he is revived he will take a form like Xehanort’s. In the end of the story, Namine says, “Those whose memories are sleeping inside Sora need relief.” In the Birth by Sleep secret cutscene “Blank Points”, certain characters call out to Sora, however in that scene Axel is the only one who appears and doesn’t say Sora’s name out loud.

Axel was different, because if he was revived he’d take a form like Xehanort’s? Doesn’t that imply that some of the others wouldn’t take a form like Xehanort’s when they’re revived? Yeah, that’s exactly what he was saying. That’s because Roxas and Xion were supposed to be revived and get their stories resolved through the heart’s connection to memory.

Ven and Kairi would get their memories, since their hearts were always one. Memory is one of the biggest themes in the series. Xion’s whole character revolved around it. So did Axel’s. And Ven/Roxas both suffer amnesia. Kairi doesn’t remember her past. Subject X had amnesia, too. And of course, as I’ve said a million times before…Subject X was Isa. Basically, all the fundamental characters in 358/2 Days had one thing in common. “Memory”.

Before the ending, Riku receives research data from Ansem the Wise. In the next title, will that be the key to bringing back the people who are sleeping inside Sora?

Nomura: You could say it’s the key. That data contains the details explaining the way to connect lost hearts.

If you take all that out, what do you have left except a bunch of sequel-baiting and shallow fanservice DLC-bait? The entire story was absolutely destroyed. In KH3, it felt like Sora just wandered around aimlessly the entire time, learning nothing. It was SO boring. The Disney worlds felt like filler. Then the plot just happened to him at the very end, without any help from his end. No wonder Nomura doesn’t like Sora anymore. He sucked in KH3.

The shenanigans with the replicas was SO stupid and nonsensical. They cut out an entire game that was supposed to delve into Ansem’s research results that he put inside of Sora’s heart. This was supposed to be about what the Power of Waking is, and how to actually use it. When KH3 released, everyone was so confused about what the hell the Power of Waking is…even after they beat the game. That is truly some BAD storytelling, right there.

After this, it seems Sora and Riku will be taking their Mark of Mastery Exams. Does this have a direct relation to curing the “pain” of those connected to Sora?Nomura: No, those are two separate stories. I’m thinking Kingdom Hearts III will be about going to cure their “pain”. I plan on drawing out the story of those two’s Mark of Mastery Exams in another title.

Again, this was the whole point of KH3. Healing all the characters’ pain. Helping them face their fears. Awakening their sleeping hearts from an eternal dream. Giving them a “birth by sleep”. The game was teased as BBSV2, not because it was a sequel to the original BBS. But because this concept of “birth by sleep” was not finished being explored.

The press release for KINGDOM HEARTS III unveiled by Square Enix discusses the search for the “Key to Return Hearts.” Is there anything you can tell us about that?

Nomura: There are two possible meanings of the “key.” One of which is the “hardware” key, which opens doors - this is what keys are in general (laughs), and the other is the “light” key, that opens something else. In this case, it is currently unknown as to which type of key Sora must find. This is the main storyline of KINGDOM HEARTS III - Sora must go on an adventure to find the “key” without knowing what or where it is. But as you know, we can’t really say anything else on the subject (laughs).

It’s all about the power of love and light.

Ansem: You called out my name. You have been thinking about me… You’re afraid of the darkness I command. Good… The more you think of me, the closer my return draws. And when I have awoken, I will take hold…Your heart will be mine!

Riku and Mickey’s entire relationship dealt with this idea. Mickey was his light in the dark in Castle Oblivion. He protected him when Ansem almost took control over him. He was able to ease Riku’s pain as his only companion for a long time.

Riku: There’s no point in doing this if I can’t do it on my own. But I do need a favor. If Ansem is the victor, he’s going to enslave me. If that happens, use your powers to destr—

Mickey: O'course! I’ll be right there to save ya!

Riku: Huh? No that’s not it. I want you to destr—

Mickey: No way! No matter what happens, I’m gonna be right there to help ya. I promise ya that. Unless…you don’t believe I’ll come through for ya…

Riku: I choose to believe in you—always, Your Majesty.

Mickey: And I in you. You’re not gonna lose, I know it.

Riku: Thanks.

Mickey made Riku a promise to save him if Ansem ever got the better of him. He was his biggest supporter whenever Riku struggled with the darkness inside of him.

Mickey: Wow! No wonder the music sounded like so much fun. But I bet he’s got you to thank for that. Having such a good friend means he could really enjoy it.

Riku: Huh?

Mickey: It’s like each of you is holding on to a little part of the other. Your hearts are always in tune, so they’re free to sing. Gosh, I hope I can be part of the team someday.

Riku: You will. Trust me.

KH3D foreshadowed Riku being Mickey’s light, too.

Riku: After allowing darkness into my heart, am I still fit to wield the Keyblade? Even after locking you away, here you are, haunting me again. So I get it now. There’s no point in trying to hold the darkness back.

Ansem: At last, you see clearly.

Riku: You know…when I look at you…there’s this memory that flashes back. A secret I said I’d keep when I was little. The main reason I kept dreaming about seeing the outside world…was ‘cause of him.

After this, Riku fights Chernabog in the darkness, with Young Xehanort present. His battle with darkness was NOT supposed to be over yet.

Quasimodo: Master Frollo–he made me live inside the bell tower, but the real walls were the ones I built around my heart. You helped me see that, Riku.

Riku: I was…speaking from…personal experience.

Phoebus: I’d say you still keep a lot locked inside.

Even Phoebus could tell that he still had issues. And furthermore, “Ansem” was a possessed Terra! Riku could sense it. But KH3 never even finished his arc with Ansem/Terra.

Terra: Light… Was I guided here in order to meet that boy?

In the Dark Realm, they talked about the promise Riku made to protect the things that matter. Riku’s light drew Terra there in the first place. Then the subject is dropped. Why won’t Riku tell anyone he met Terra before!? They are desperately searching for him! Shouldn’t Terra be, ya know, important to Riku’s arc in KH3?

Terra: In your hand, take this key. So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking… its wielder you shall one day be. And you will find me, friend– no ocean will contain you then. No more borders around, or below, or above, so long as you champion the ones you love.

Terra said to champion the ones you love. So can someone tell me why the heck Riku Replica is even here again, lol? What does he have to do with ANY of this? And why do all the characters get randomly knocked unconscious all the time? Because they were supposed to be using the Power of Waking. Maybe both Riku and Mickey attempted it on Terra or Aqua and failed? It seems like they were supposed to be each others’ light in KH3, successfully rescuing each other. Riku protects the thing that matters: his friend Mickey.

Ansem: Sora was the only one able to return to his human form without destroying his Nobody. That is a statement to the love in his heart for other people, and the bonds that tie them together.

Sora was special, according to Ansem. His love for other people, that is. He connected with Ven’s heart even before he met him. He saw his light shining in the distance. All the Disney worlds Sora visited were supposed to prepare him for gaining the Power of Waking. And not just the ones in KH3, either.

Phil: Look, bein’ a hero takes more than just muscle. Ya gotta have heart and care about people.

Ven has been to Herc’s world before. So has Roxas. And that SHOULD have been relevant in KH3. After visiting this world in KH3, Sora adamantly insists that he’ll be the one to save Aqua. But Sora still doesn’t know how to use the Power of Waking. It’s really Ven speaking through him.

Aqua: You want to be a hero too, right? Strength alone won’t make you into one.

Herc: I know, I know. Strength alone won’t make me a true hero. I’m starting to figure that out. I look at you and Zack, and I can tell there’s something more.

Aqua: You’ve got strength in your heart, too. Never stop trying, and one day you might just become a true hero after all.

Unlike Sora, Ven actually met Herc before he was a true hero. Now he has to go into the Underworld to save someone, just like Herc did. And Herc was radiating light due to his love for Meg.

Hercules: I owe you one, Hades. I didn’t hesitate to give my life for Meg’s. And then, I remembered: A true hero is measured by the strength of his heart. I’ll never forget that again.

He became a true hero only after saving Meg. It showed true strength of heart, like Aqua told him. Ven’s heart inside of Sora remembers all this. It inspired him. And so, with Ven inside of him, Sora can use the Power of Waking on Aqua.

Aqua: It’s the power of true love that defeated you.

Maleficent: I will not be defeated by something as insignificant as love.

Aqua: You don’t even know the first thing about it. You’re too clouded by darkness to see that there’s something greater.

She was trapped in the Underworld after diving in to save someone she loved. Just like Herc and Meg. The last night they shared together was under the light of the same stars. Now Ven finally saves her under the light of the sun.

Aqua: Ven. What did you come here to tell me? I know I promised to wake you up. I’m sorry. But I have to find a way home before I can help you. I just want you to know that it’s been you that keeps my heart strong. Keeps the dark away.

Aqua made Ven a promise. And the Disney movie that inspired their subplot was Snow White. She had a pure heart of light. The love the dwarves had for Snow White inspired them to not bury her. This allowed her to be kissed and woken up by the prince.

Yen Sid: Just as long as you love him…then Ventus will be able to find you when he wakes. He can follow that love back to where he belongs–the realm of light.

Ven is like Snow White. He has a pure heart of light. And Eraqus, Aqua and Terra were like the dwarves. They didn’t give up on him after Xehanort left him with them, even when it seemed like he’d never wake up. And he miraculously did wake up.

Ven: Gimme a break, Aqua.

Aqua: Ven, you hopeless sleepyhead. You know you should have at least brought a blanket.

Ven: But– Did I dream that place up? It really felt like I’d been there before…looking up at the stars…

Aqua successfully brings him back by doing what Yen Sid said. She loved him. And he followed her love back to the realm of light.

Sora: Gimme a break, Kairi.

Kairi: Sora, you lazy bum. I knew that I’d find you snoozing down here.

Sora: No! This huge, black THING swallowed me up! I couldn’t breathe! I couldn’t–Ow!

Kairi: Are you still dreaming?

Sora: It wasn’t a dream! Or was it? I don’t know.

The scene with Aqua was important. It was meant to foreshadow the Power of Waking. Kairi wakes Sora up from his dream, just like Aqua was supposed to wake Ven from his dream. In canon Aqua just gets knocked unconscious. Wow, such amazing storytelling…

Ven: Y'ever wonder what what stars are? Where light comes from?

Aqua: Hmm… Well, they say–

Terra: That every star up there is another world. Yep, hard to believe there are so many worlds out there besides our own.The light is their hearts, and it’s shining down on us like a million lanterns.

Ven: What? I don’t get it.

Terra: In other words, they’re just like you, Ven.

This is so obviously foreshadowing as well.

Ven: What does THAT mean?

Terra: You’ll find out someday, I’m sure.

Ven: I wanna know now.

Terra: You’re too young to know now.

Ven: Quit treating me like a kid.

Aqua jokes that they’re like brothers after this. Terra even has a flashback of this scene when he sees Tinkerbell’s light.

Axel: I’m not feeling it, Roxas.

Roxas: C'mon, try again. Believe me on this, Axel!

Axel: Okay… I believe you.

Axel: I can fly… I can fly!?

Roxas: You can fly.

Roxas and Axel bond in Neverland, too. They fly together using Tink’s light. Axel gets in touch with his lost inner child thanks to Roxas. He remembers how to believe. All you need to do to keep someone from fading away is to believe in them. Axel was there for Roxas when he was confused and alone. He looks to Axel as a brother, like Ven did with Terra. Peter Pan fit the “lost boys” theme of KH.

Ventus has loved Terra like a real brother ever since he let him keep his old wooden Keyblade. It seems we have found a loose thread at which we can tug to unravel Ventus’s heart. The first step is to get Terra alone; then we need to plant the seeds of doubt in Ventus. Let him carry his faint light as he chases his brother into the darkness.

The WINNER popsicle stick is a lot like the wooden keyblade. Axel used to eat sea salt ice cream with Isa. But Isa was possessed by Xehanort. They used to be inseparable, but now Axel is all alone and without a best friend. Roxas eases his loneliness and takes Isa’s place for a while.

Lea meets Ven by picking up the wooden keyblade, right after Terra said Ven couldn’t come with him. Ven promised to be there for Terra, but he was left all alone. Axel takes the place of his big brother for a while. Roxas left Axel in a similar manner that Terra left Ven. Both of these objects symbolically get left behind as well. They’re brotherly mementos.

Talking to Roxas and Xion always brings back memories of my human life, back when I was a kid. It’s a weird sensation. I ought to be able to share all this with Saïx, but I just don’t feel like it anymore. It’s strange, but I’m content with just missing what’s gone. I’m not the one who changed. You did.

For some reason, people get really pissed off at me when I say that Roxas and Ventus were originally supposed to be the same character. I really don’t understand why. I’m just pointing out that it’s what ALL the evidence points to. I mean, Nomura didn’t just randomly decide to make them identical for no reason. Roxas bonded with Axel like Ven did with Terra. And Ven reminded Axel of his past and what having a heart felt like. He reminded Axel of Isa. It’s what the whole game was about. They were supposed to inspire each other to learn the Power of Waking eventually.

No. XIII ROXAS

A boy, newly aware of himself. His light shines as bright and brief as the setting sun.

Ven kept his heart of light even when he became Roxas.

Sora: Isn’t that…Baymax’s heart?

Hiro: It’s okay. Baymax is here. I…should be the one.

Big Hero 6 was all about Hiro and his brother. Baymax was the memento he left behind. Even though Hiro’s brother died, their bond allows Baymax’s heart to be brought back to life. Hayner was also like a brother to Roxas. The trophy gem was their brotherly memento. But it was lost after Riku stole his pouch in KH2. But he doesn’t need it. Hayner is in his heart. Roxas looks into the light of the sunset and remembers his brother.

Ven: Take me with you!

Terra: I can’t do that, Ven.

Ven: Why not?

Terra: I just– When I really need you, Ven, I know you’ll be there.

Ven: Well, why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend.

Terra: Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Ven.

Ven wants to trade stories with Terra as he looks at the light of the stars. He knows he’ll keep his promise. Especially after reuniting with Axel, reborn as Lea, who also used to look at the light of the sunset with him. Ven loves Terra like a true brother. It was the loose thread in his heart, according to Xehanort.

Axel: I guess the closest thing we Nobodies have got is our past.

And Lea loves Isa. I already did a whole meta on Lea and Isa being based off of Beauty and the Beast. The whole idea was that the Beast couldn’t bear to lose the rose. This was brought up on Day 150 ~Fear~. Axel said his memories of the past were what he couldn’t bear to lose. That’s his weakness, according to Xaldin. Just like Terra was Ven’s weakness. Why else would they deliberately parallel Axel to the Beast like this?

Belle: Please–you must stop doing this. It’s too much. If something were to happen to you…I don’t know what I’d…

Beast: Belle… I couldn’t bear to see you…or the others hurt. A master protects his castle… I don’t want to lose you.

Belle: I’m right here…

On Day 171 ~Love~ it’s revealed that the Beast actually can’t bear to lose Belle—NOT the rose.

Axel: Love is what happens if there’s something really special between two people.

Roxas: You mean, like, if they’re best friends?

Axel: Well, you can care about your friends, I guess, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

Later that day, Roxas asks Axel about love and it sounds suspiciously like he was talking about a best friend that he used to have.

Axel: You know, memories of the stuff we couldn’t bear to lose, back when we couldn’t bear to lose it.

Sure, the memories are important. But it’s the person he couldn’t bear to lose even more.

Terra: Strength for what?

Riku: To protect the things that matter. You know, like my friends.

Who actually thinks Axel was talking about literal “things” when he said that? The “things” that matter are people. That’s what Riku said under the light of the sunset.

So, in ‘The King Departs’, when Yen Sid said ‘great sorcerers and fairies have hastened the flow of time in a different place for you’…

Nomura: Upon request, those who can manipulate time, Merlin and the three fairies who appeared in KH2, changed the flow of time in a special place, and there Lea received hastened training in order to be able to use the Keyblade, basically. In the original scenario, we had planned to have Lea able to use the Keyblade when he ran to Sora.

Lea said he was supposed to swoop in with keyblade in hand to help Sora. And Nomura said that’s exactly what happened in the original scenario. But they changed it to have him awaken his keyblade after coming back. Why is that? Because his heart needed to protect the things that matter. Champion the ones he loves. It was after he found out Isa was a vessel. Then his heart awakened the Flame Liberator. As the Organization was disappearing, Riku stared down Young Xehanort while Lea stared down Isa.

Xion: Riku. What do you wish?

Riku: More questions… All right… I wish…to recover something important that I lost.

And again we see the red light of the sunset when Xion asks about what Riku wishes. Of course, it’s to recover something important that was lost. But not a thing. A person. Sora! Axel was always looking into the sunset because he longed to recover something important he lost. But not a thing. A person. Isa!

Roxas: You made us a promise.

Axel: I did?

Roxas: That you’d always be there…to bring us back.

Axel: Yeah…

Roxas: Got it memorized?

Axel: Best friends forever.

He woke up after dreaming about Roxas, and immediately went to look for Isa. Ven and Lea both had promises to keep to their friends. Roxas reminded him of the promises made between best friends.

Xigbar: You’re not supposed to be here!

Lea: Promises to keep. I’ll always be there to get my friends back. What, bad timing?

He says he has a promise to keep, while he was looking for Isa. Then Xehanort uses Isa to attack him. He wouldn’t take off his cloak as he looked into the light of the sunset, because he wants to make himself easy to remember. For ISA. No one is EVER going to convince me that Lea and Ventus just randomly got knocked out during the final battle for no reason. No, they were supposed to be using the Power of Waking on Terra and Isa. If you take Isa out of Lea’s story, what do you even have left? Practically nothing.

Sora: The light in the darkness. It was you. You’re the one who kept me from fading away.

Kairi: All I did was believe that you wouldn’t.

Sora: I feel strong with you, Kairi.

Finally, we see Kairi save Sora at the very end. He would have been lost without her. We probably were supposed to play as KAIRI while collecting Sora’s soul fragments. That would have made a lot more sense. She’s a natural at using the Power of Waking because she’s a Princess of Heart. She’s filled with light. And she loves Sora.

Larxene: So, love has filled both their hearts with light.

And when she saves him, he remembers Rapunzel and Elsa. The other two times Princesses of Heart brought back the person they love with light. That was Kairi’s Disney movie inspiration for KH3. The more empowered Disney Princesses—a welcome departure from before. Kairi was supposed to evolve OUT of being a damsel in distress, for crying out loud!!

And that’s why I think everything that was unable to be resolved in the Xehanort arc is being connected to the next arc…even if it doesn’t feel appropriate. They ran out of time, there was too much corporate interference, and the story was ruined. Now Nomura wants to focus on new characters and new plots. The old plot threads are being lazily recycled into the new arc, with little regard for the effect it had on the Xehanort arc, or how well it fits the new arc. He wants a blank slate to distance himself from the Xehanort plot that got ruined. Of course, I don’t want to give him a free pass.

I do think he stopped giving a shit about KH3′s story at some point. You can sense it through Axel’s dialogue, where he makes fun of “plot points” that need to be resolved. Or how stupid he finds it when he has to explain the Roxas situation to Ventus, which sounds suspiciously like his interview where he said he can’t remember who has met who.

When Jiminy was introducing everyone and getting them up to speed, he thought it was too confusing, so he’d just give everyone a Gummiphone to catch up. That’s when I knew without a doubt that whoever was writing the story didn’t give a fuck. And Nomura was the writer. So, I can’t let him off the hook completely for KH3′s issues. The way Lea and Isa were treated was inexcusable IMO. But the game did not turn out the way it did by design. It was just a fuck up, basically.

#kingdom hearts #anti kh3 #kh theories #kh meta #kh mickey #kh kairi #kh sora #kh ven #kh terra #kh aqua #kh lea #kh isa #kh axel #kh saix

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frizz22 · 6 years ago

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Can I have the conversation of Hilda telling Cee she is a witch? Her brining him the steel for the first time. Yes. That one!

Thank you for the prompt! Sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy, read on ao3

She felt slightly ridiculous, holding a rolling pin in front of her for protection. But Hilda had no idea what Cerberus was, and she meant to keep him in the dark about what she was as well… at least until she got more information.

Cerberus sat uncertainly in front of her, hands held up in surrender. “I owe you an apology and an explanation.” He started carefully, taking a deep breath.

Huffing slightly, Hilda kept her distance. “Bloody right you do.”

“I collect books, rare books. For the store.” Cerberus stated, and Hilda furrowed her brow, not having expected the conversation to begin this way. “And some years ago, I came upon an occult tome.”

Her heart fluttered at the mention of an occult tome. It wasn’t often that witching books fell into the hands of mortals, but when it did occur… well, it was usually a nasty piece of business. The fact that Cerberus was alive after finding, and likely toying with the tome was incredible. His voice brought her back to his story.

“And in this book, there was a… a spell, a spell for conjuring a demon,” he raised his shoulders a little sheepishly, as if to say, who wouldn’t have tried it? He’d likely thought it all in good fun. “I tried it on a lark. Never expected that it would actually work, but…”

The truth dawned on Hilda, “it did.” She breathed, looking at Cerberus sympathetically. “And so, the demon is still inside you?” She asked, voice pitching up a little more than usual.

Cerberus looked at her in relief, that she hadn’t discounted his explanation right off. “Yes. And as insane as it must sound to someone who has no knowledge of the satanic… uh, I’m—” He stuttered a bit, clearly having expected to be hit with her rolling pin already. “I’m possessed by an incubus… that I can’t get rid of.” He looked at her imploringly, “what happened earlier, it… it only happens when my passions are…” Cerberus flushed slightly, “inflamed.” He finished, not meeting her eye.

Hilda swallowed, “so, um, that’s why you didn’t open my valentine?” It all made so much more sense now and it felt as though a weight was lifting off her chest.

“That’s why I cannot be near you anymore, Hilda.” Cerberus corrected, “you excite me too much.” And she could see a color change flare around the irises of his eyes before they returned to normal. “I’m sick, Hilda, and I can’t be cured. And I understand if you want to run for the hills. But the truth is… I love you. But I can’t expect you to love a monster in return.”

She barely managed to suppress a smile at the words, though the corner of her mouth may have ticked up a tad. He hadn’t ignored her phone calls, left her off the schedule and rejected her because he didn’t want her… Cerberus had done those things because he did want her. Satan, she felt giddy.

“You, you love me?” She asked breathlessly, unsure if she’d ever felt this way before. Cerberus looked at her tenderly and nodded, though his lips were pressed together as if he were waiting for her to end things. “Oh, well, um, well then,” she began, hardly able to believe she was about to do this. “I have to tell you something about myself.”

Gingerly setting down the rolling pin, Hilda pulled up a chair and sat across from Cerberus. He took a deep breath in, “Hilda—” He warned, leaning back as though even her proximity were too much for him to handle. Though thrilled by the notion, Hilda scooted the chair back a few inches to make him more comfortable.

“I am, actually, quite knowledgeable about the Satanic.” She blurted, biting her lip. Oh, how had Edward done this? Told Diana about the witching realm? And he hadn’t even had anything to go on, Cerberus at least had exposure, had some inkling.

Taken aback, Cerberus gave her a perplexed look. “Oh, alright…” He paused and waited for her to continue; his hands clasped in his lap.

Worrying the end of her cardigan, Hilda cleared her throat. “I have this knowledge, because, because I’m a witch. A proper one, not like the ones shown in movies. I know all about spells and conjuring and demons and fairies and herbology. And part of being a witch is, is praising our Dark Lord, Satan, for gifting us with these, these powers.” She stopped to gauge his reaction, but aside from wide eyes, Cerberus just nodded, his expression carefully blank.

Nervously, Hilda pressed on. “So, you see, you having a sex demon trapped inside you, well, that’s not so crazy sounding to me.” She managed a feeble smile and twisted her fingers, waiting for him to respond beyond how his brow just furrowed.

After several long moments, Cerberus’ forehead smoothed, and he looked at her questioningly. “So, I could truthfully say… you’ve cast a spell on me?” The joke was weak, and Cerberus’ smile unsure but he wasn’t looking at her in horror or disgust, just curiosity and what might be, relief.

A shaky chuckle escaped Hilda at the comment, and she shook her head. “You believe me then?”

Cerberus made an abortive movement, as though he’d gone to take her hand and then thought better of it. “Of course, Hilda.” He locked eyes with her, and his expression was so sincere Hilda thought her heart might burst. “I just told you I have an incubus inhabiting my body and you didn’t blink an eye. In fact, it looked more like I’d just given you the final piece to a puzzle you’d been working on. Who else but a witch would be so accepting of what I claimed?” He did reach out then and carefully took her hand between his, stroking his thumbs along the back of it tenderly. “I do have a lot of questions, though, if that is alright?”

Hilda beamed at him and couldn’t help but close the distance between them and kiss him chastely, she’d kissed him once before, after the Greendale Thirteen, and they’d been fine… she assumed this would be fine too. “Perfectly alright,” she murmured, pulling back and finding his eyes only slightly changed in color before they reverted back to brown. “As long as I can ask questions too?”

Laughing, Cerberus nodded happily. “I ask one and then you ask one? We go back and forth until we can’t think of any more?”

Well, that had been easier than she thought, Hilda grinned and gripped Cerberus’ hand to lead him to the parlor. There would be more than a few questions, and if they were going to be there a while, they may as well get comfortable.

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They’d spent hours talking and they’d had to stop before Cerberus ran out of questions; he’d gotten distracted when Hilda mentioned witches’ extended lifespans and a number of questions followed that particular comment before Cerberus huffed in awe, shook his head and moved on.

He’d had to go tend to the bookstore, but he asked if they could talk again. Stating it was immensely freeing to have someone know and understand his condition, even though it changed nothing between them physically, he felt closer to her than ever before.

After he’d left, Hilda started to research what could be done to remedy the incubus problem, no way in Heaven was she going to let something like a sex demon get in the way. Zelda’s information on Damascus steel, combined with her own findings, helped Hilda devise a way to bind the demon currently inhabiting Cerberus.

With luck, it would tame the beast and allow Cerberus to maintain control in, in all circumstances. Proud of her solution, Hilda sought Cerberus out at the bookstore about a week after their discussion (it’d taken her some time to procure the steel and ready it for use).

Unlocking the door with her keys, Hilda shut the door behind her and relocked it, turning to find Cerberus hurrying around the corner. “We’re close—, oh, Hilda!” His face transformed, joy filling his eyes and a smile spreading across his face. “What are you doing here so late? Is everything alright?” He approached her, looking concerned.

She’d had no choice but to inform him of some of the dangers in the witching realm, though he was familiar with them to an extent. Shaking her head, Hilda took his hand and squeezed. “Everything is lovely, Cerb,” she reassured him, and he visible relaxed and squeezed her hand in return. “In fact, I think I found a solution to your incubus.”

He pulled away from her at the reminder of his demon, afraid that mentioning it might bring it to the surface—though that was the case for some demons, it wasn’t for incubi; Cerberus had been correct in deducing it only came out when his ‘passions were inflamed’. Looking at her warily, Cerberus took several steps back. “Hilda, I don’t want to put you in danger. I can’t stand the thought of what I might do if the incubus is set free.”

“No, Cerb, this,” she pulled the bracelet out of her purse and held it out to him. “This will bind the demon, keep him from taking control, for as long as you wear it.” Cerberus hesitantly took the ring of metal and examined it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with a way to banish the demon completely.” Hilda grimaced a little, taking the bracelet back and carefully taking ahold of his arm to slide the band on. “With other types of demons, it’s possible, but incubi are unique and cannot be banished using any means I could find.”

But Cerberus didn’t appear to hear her final words, he was turning his forearm, inspecting the bracelet with awe.

“How does it feel?” She asked, a little anxiously, when he brought his eyes back to hers.

Smiling softly, Cerberus brought a hand up to cup her cheek. “Let’s see,” he murmured, bending slightly to kiss her, his free hand wrapping around her to settle warmly against the middle of her back to draw her closer to him.

Hilda sighed and melted into the kiss, arms coming up to encircle his neck to keep him close. It’d been ages since she’d kissed a man, but Hilda knew for certain it’d never felt like this, not in all her decades. When they broke, they were both grinning like idiots. “That,” Hilda giggled, “that wasn’t quite what I meant.” She clarified breathlessly, “I meant does it fit alright. But, how, how did it feel? Does it work?��

A low chuckled escaped Cerb and he stroked his thumb over her cheek, the other still holding her firmly against him. “Well, it fits perfectly.” He grinned, glancing at the bracelet again. “And I knew it worked the moment you put it on, or I never would have risked kissing you.” The comment sent another sort of warmth shooting through Hilda, one entirely different from the one his kiss and touch created. “The demon, it, it feels like, like an afterthought now. Something that is there, but I can ignore.” He kissed her again in his enthusiasm and Hilda smiled into the kiss, unable to help herself.

“I’m so glad it works,” she managed when they pulled apart once more, her fingers curling in his hair.

The look he gave her then was a little overwhelming, in the best way, it was filled with love and admiration and desire and Hilda found herself wanting to be looked at like that all the time. “Thank you, Hilda, I thought,” he dropped his gaze then and held her a little tighter. “I thought I’d never be able to hold anyone I cared about again, let alone kiss them. Especially not an incredible woman like you. And now,” Cerb examined the bracelet once more and smiled. “Thank you. For believing me, for helping me, for accepting me, demon and all. I love you.”

There were those words again. And they sent her heart racing. Tipping up onto her toes, Hilda kissed him again. “I love you too,” she whispered, joy radiating through her at the admission.

Cerb’s face lit up and he swooped her into a hug and carried her further back into the store. Hilda laughed and pressed her face into his neck as he moved, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to test the bracelet just a bit more.

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fortey · 5 years ago

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Kyoku’s Dance

The sun hadn’t risen yet, and most of the other guards were snoring loudly. A noise that turned out to be Senya talking in his sleep woke me. I almost cut his head off before I realized what it was. I’m starting to think maybe I shouldn’t sleep with a murasame in my hands anymore. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.

Leaving the guard quarters silently I notice that Maki, the night watch, is also sleeping. He boasts more about being a great warrior than the greenest rookie, yet here he is, sleeping. Probably thinks as the others do; the enemy is all but defeated, they will not attack. That is fool talk. My last count had three enemy ninja unaccounted for within the Nuriko Mountains, and they may have more garrisons I have not seen. It only took one to eliminate the Shogun and his entire honor guard. Thirty-five men slain. These fools don’t even care. None of them have even seen the enemy face to face. They fight the Nagaaki clan, from the north, allies of our enemy. I have seen the enemy. I have killed the enemy. When they come, they will come for me, and I will dance with them again.

Using a shuriken, I cut Maki’s belt without disturbing him. Lord Akobe will wake him in the morning. Maki will gather himself quickly to bow and lose his breeches. I hope I don’t give myself away by laughing too hard.

Leaving Maki behind I exit the guard barracks through the rear door and breathe in the crisp, salty air. I had never seen the ocean before this, in all my years. Part of me was actually glad to be transferred here, despite the stories I had heard. The scenery was beautiful, my old teacher told me, but the men here were lazy and the enemy had a major outpost under construction just beyond the mountains. He was right, except about the outpost. It wasn’t under construction; it was already built. I am the only person that I know of who has been there and escaped. That is why the enemy presses on with such force against us. They do not let anyone escape. They will return for me, despite what the others say. I know it.

The men here, even Lord Akobe, look at me strangely because of it. I have seen them, was captured by them, and lived to tell the tale. A woman doing this, when so many men could not. That is not the way it is supposed to be. They do not say it to me, but they think I should be dead. If no one else escapes, why did I? I tell them I was lucky, which is untrue. Luck had little to do with it. I am not one who dies easily.

Several times I have tried to train the men here, teach them the ways of my clan, the Shiori Dok, but they do not listen. Senya tries, but he does not truly understand. He is too rambunctious and undisciplined, too young. I think he is only trying to impress me, as so many here have tried. I was some kind of legend before I even arrived. People told me stories about myself when I got here, about many fantastic feats that no human could do but somehow I did. When I deny the rumors, it only breeds more. They follow me around because they think I have the gods’ luck. The enemy will not harm them with me around. I think the opposite. I know the enemy wants me back and they will go through anyone to get me. I have told Lord Akobe this; he dismisses it. I almost pity him. He is the Lord here, the enemy will make a point of having his head when they show.

“Kyoku? Is something wrong?” I recognize the voice and stop any outward reaction of being surprised. Turning, I see Senya rubbing his eyes with one hand and scratching his backside with the other. He doesn’t even have his sword belt on. My clansmen would be disgusted. Most would have drawn their sword by now and given Senya a token scar to remind him of his foolishness. I must be getting soft.

“I am waiting,” I say. Senya gives me that look that says he doesn’t believe. I have seen it many times and it no longer bothers me.

“Lord Akobe assured us that the demons will not return. All the southern clans have closed in on them. You should take this time to relax before your clan finds another war to send you to.” I try not laugh at him. He speaks to me as though I were one of the Craven, a coward who runs from war. My clan is the clan of war; our purpose is the dance of battle. I fear the boredom of Senya’s life more than any battle.

“All bodies are not accounted for. The enemy will return. They want me back.”

“Are you really so valuable?” he asks, mocking but in jest.

“You don’t understand. I didn’t understand until I saw them.”

“Then explain it, why don’t you?” he says, approaching me. I shake my head and look back at the ocean. Vibrant colors light the horizon as the sun slowly rises. I hope I get to see this again sometime. My people reserve little time for simple pleasures. The pleasure of war is usually enough, but sometimes I wish for more. Perhaps someday, if there is no war left for me to fight.

“Lord Akobe will be coming soon from Shido city. Make yourself presentable.” He hears the command in my voice and leaves quickly. Lord Akobe had warned me twice against ordering his soldiers. It is not my place, but he warns gently. He fears me. I could have this whole clan under my control if I wanted to, and he knows it. Lucky for him I have no use for them.

Turning my head, I notice a shift in the wind, bringing a new smell to my nose, something sour and old. Decayed. The smell the demons bring with them. They are not human, not anymore. And they are close by.

My hand twitches at my side, toward the exposed hilt in my scabbard, and a movement catches my eye from the barracks entrance. I parry left and catch a glimpse of the thing standing there, grinning at me from behind its blade. The eyes are dead and unmoving, one of them is off kilter, looking down and to the right. I recognize the gold and grey flecks of color throughout the dark iris. I see the same eyes reflected in my own blade, my eyes. The eyes of my brother. I did not think I would ever have to dance with him; he was my first teacher, but he is one of them now. This should be interesting.

He lunges at me in a hasty manner, quite unlike the brother I knew. He would never be so clumsy. Of course, in those days, he was still alive. This thing has been dead a long while. Its flesh is a strange shade of pale purple, and I can see a hole in its chest. My brother was killed by the enemy and brought back by them, to fight at their side. That is why their numbers do not decrease, the dead are added to their ranks.

I sidestep his feeble attack easily, lashing out with my own sword and removing his left arm. It doesn’t seem to phase him. He simply turns on me and attacks again. Whatever evil force drives him, it aims to take my life at any cost. I cannot let that happen. This time, I remove his head.

Distantly, I hear the alarm gong. It must have been sounding for some time now, I just did not notice. The enemy must have attacked the rest of the base as well. They may have been entirely comprised of my clansmen. If they were, I suspect I am the only survivor. Even if the rest were as sluggish as my brother, these men cannot compete.

I enter the barracks quickly, running through the corridors looking for a fight. I hear distant sounds of battle, but none close. The gong has stopped. I approach the guard quarters and slow. A figure in the hall stops me. It is Maki, lying against the wall. He never even unleashed his blade from the look of him. Blood flows from the wound in his chest.

The door to the quarters is open. Bodies are scattered about, piled on top of one another, some with weapons drawn, but not many. Senya lies next to the open door, his throat slit, a surprised look on his face. There is dark blood on his sword blade. At least he wounded his attackers.

A sound draws my attention and I turn. One of the devils stands at the end of the hall behind me, one of my clansmen. He is not as rotted as my brother had been. I take a step forward and the devil is joined by another, then another. Soon the hall is full of them, at least fifty, all smiling their dead smiles, glassy eyes focused solely on me. I was their target from the beginning. None of them utters as word as they approach me. They will not have me without a fight.

I run to meet them, my sword dances its own dance as I avoid the attacking blades, slicing and piercing dead flesh. The first dozen fall quickly, but not quick enough. More devils come, forcing me back. I cannot fight them all, I know, but I will not submit.

Suddenly my father is before me, the greatest warrior I have ever known, his katana blade flashing like lightning as he attacks. I dishonor myself by letting out a cry of despair as he strips the murasame from my grip, ending my fight. His dead mouth pulls back into a wider smile as I lower my head, ready for the death blow. It does not come.

Dead hands take hold of my arms and legs. A rope is tied about me, binding me tightly and a soiled cloth is tied over my eyes. More cold hands take hold of me and lift me up. I struggle briefly, then something crunches into my skull and all goes black.

“Wake up, my dear. You are needed.” My head is pounding and I am not sure if the voice I hear is real or not. Whichever it is, neither is good. “Wake or you will die now.” The voice is not one I recognize, it is female, and she speaks strangely. Her accent suggests one who is used to the old tongue. I lift my head and open my eyes, light and shadow swarms before me in dizzying patterns. I take a deep breath and my eyes manage to adjust.

I do not recognize my surroundings. It is a dungeon, that much is obvious. Cold stone, dripping water, torch light. Shackles line the walls, I am fixed in a pair at the wrists, hanging nearly a foot from the ground. I have been stripped of my clothes. I see the one who addresses me standing not far off. She is young and has very pale skin, contrasting her night black hair and eyes. Two of the devils stand with her, one was my father, the other was Senya. The woman smiles at me.

“Glad to see you listen well. My name is Ky-Lin. I believe I know you, but not your name,” she says, tilting her head curiously.

“Kyoku, of the Shiori Dok,” I say. The woman’s full lips part into an ecstatic smile and she claps her hands like a child.

“How glorious! You are the very last of your kind you know. The Shiori Dok put up a fight the likes of which I have never seen, they were magnificent. And you, Kyoku, the last of your kind, the only to have ever escaped my stronghold, you are the most magnificent of all. You will be my prize, the greatest of my warriors, if only you will join my army.” Her smile becomes curious again, asking the question. I consider spitting in her face, but decide against it.

“You have killed my clan and my family. I have failed in my duty. I am a warrior no longer, least of all for you. It is better to die,” I say. There is no doubt in my mind that my wish will be granted. Ky-Lin smiles at me and takes the dagger from Senya’s blood stained belt. A thought occurs to me. I have no choices. Her army is the dead. When she kills me, I will surely be stripped of my soul, and my will. I will be one of them. An abomination. I begin screaming long before the dagger slices my throat. With my dying breath I curse her and she laughs. Slowly, everything becomes black again.

The road is quiet. The woods are quiet. Everyone must die. A twig snaps, a guard at the barracks lifts his head and walks around the side of Lord Akobe’s carriage. He sees nothing. There is a swish, a flash of metal, his head falls to the dirt road. Everyone must die.

Two more guards are dead before an alarm is sounded, then the others come. They all die. Everyone must die. The last is Lord Akobe. In my mind, I see his face. I have known him before. I will kill him. The murasame in my hand moves swiftly. He gasps something, a word perhaps. “Kyo” it sounded like. It does not matter. His head hits a wall, then my foot as I walk by. Outside to the silence, to the road. There are others waiting for me. I lead them. I point with my sword, towards the human city. Shido. Everyone must die.

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shock777archive · 6 years ago

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Shock777′s Teen Titan universe (fan-prediction), had the animated show from 2003 had more seasons after season 5.

Honestly I wish I had time to draw/write out the Teen titans / bbrae ideas I have. I have the cutest ideas and no time to sit down and devote myself to a comic or even a fan fic anymore. :’( I love the Teen titans/bbrae fandom so so much! There’s so much good content out there and i love sharing that content and absorbing what others have made! But again, everyone does Teen Titans/BBRAE DIFFERENT. everyone has their own headcanons on how things should go, fan characters, next gen ocs, and their own thoughts on the titans as a whole.

I love seeing the personal ways others develop the two and their relationship. But at the end of the day, I have my own headcanons and ideas and I so badly want to share them with the world. But...no time, energy, and lack of motivation plagues me.

But Anyway... Because I cannot devote my time to a comic or fanfic at this time, I’m going to just blabber about what I imagine in my own canon universe for the titans.

*Note that not all of these ideas have been fleshed out. i constantly go back and re-imagine different scenarios. I have a general blueprint of how things would go, a skeleton with main events and a short timeline of sorts. but subplots, fillers, and some major details are lacking. I’ve had to invent characters/villains, but I haven’t given them much thought as of now.

I have spent a LOT of time on this, and would love input and comments, reblogs and shares. :) I’ve been keeping this in my drafts as I progress my ideas further...so this is almost like a masterpost or something lol XD;

Anyway, keep reading if you wanna know how i imagine the fate of the titans and bbrae’s canonization had the original 2000′s cartoon show had more seasons to work with.

After Season 5/ Trouble in Tokyo ends.

There are some key things and headcanons that I have to mention before rolling any further.

Raven is free from Trigon after the events of Season 4. She no longer has him inside of her, persuading her and influencing her.

Star/Rob is canon. After the events of Trouble in Tokyo, the couple begin a healthy dating relationship that is full of sweetness and life.

Kid Flash and Jinx are a thing, but their relationship is somewhat superficial at first.

Terra is alive, but either chooses to forget her past life, or literally cannot remember her sacrifice or the titans. She has cut ties to the titans permanently.

There are remnants of Trigon remaining around the world, deep underground, and many cults that worship him exist. There is possibility of him being reformed/regenerated, however he needs a new host as Raven is no longer his host.

The Titans have a huge following around the globe majorly in part due to Titans East and the ending of Season 5 episode “Titans Together”.

Slade is alive once more, waiting to rise up against the titans again. He has to rebuild his empire again from scratch and this will take him quite some time to do. He still may be looking for an apprentice.

I know there are other questions/plots/things I haven’t thought about such as titans east, certain villains, and other things you all may be curious about.

Literally just ask me what i think happened to someone/some event and re-jog my memory so I can spend time to think about said things. :) It’s been a loooooong time since 2006. XD

The Time Skip.

In my own headcanon/universe that takes place after the original animated 2000′s cartoon show,

there is a time skip of sorts

. a time skip of 2-3 years later where the Titans are slightly older, all over the age of 18.

Robin- 19 Starfire-18 Cyborg-19 (the oldest of the group) Raven-18 and a half, nearly 19 Beastboy-18 (just barely turned 18).

They all still live in the Titans Tower in Jump city, and evil still very much exists. After this timeskip, the titans would have different outfits and appearances. I’ll do my best to show them how i imagine them now:

Starfire:

About the same height as she was before the time skip. slightly bigger breasts but still on the smaller side. She wears shorts and her hair is longer and thicker. her bangs are parted to one side instead of down the middle.

Robin:

Transitioning into Nightwing. His hair is based off of his disguise in “trouble in tokyo.” He is growing out his hair and becoming more fulfilled with his life now that Starfire is with him romantically. He is about as tall as Starfire now, and will probably grow taller than her soon.

Cyborg:

(lol he basically looks the same because he is made of mechanical parts...oops! ) He is more cool-headed and loves to tease the other titans especially rob and star, about romantic things and about growing of age.

Raven:

Her hair has started to grow out...she no longer trims it. It is a little past shoulder length now. Her breasts have grown bigger, she is about a C cup. she wears long gloves now, and matching boots. she mostly keeps her hood off unless she is going into battle. she is now officially the shortest teen titan.

Beastboy:

He has the most radical change out of all the others. He matures nicely, losing the fat on his face and growing lean muscle. He grows taller, not quite as tall as robin, but taller than Raven at this point. He still has plenty of growing to do, however. His hair is now fashioned forward into a fohawk, and he is more emotionally stable.

All of these drawings are just prototypes and can be subject to change, however I am pretty set on beastboy and Raven’s designs. ^^; they also were sketched relatively quickly so forgive the crappiness lol

Starfire and Robin’s relationship

Starfire and Robin have been dating ever since their time in Tokyo. Starfire affirms Robin and helps him overcome his past demons. She calms him, and soothes him, and now he is less likely to freak out or obsess over villain happenings. The two are close to getting engaged at this point. They sometimes spend the night in each other’s rooms, though nothing too sexual happens.

Cyborg likes to tease them whenever they go for dates, and he especially loves to poke fun of Robin. It is all in good fun, and mostly gives the others a good laugh.

Sometimes their relationship can be obnoxious as starfire sometimes cannot control her urges to kiss robin at random or perform pda though robin has talked to her about it before. She is getting better though, having been dating him for about 2 years now.

Beastboy sometimes is jealous/envious of Robin. Even though he is happy for his teammates, he wishes he could fall in love and start his own romantic ventures. Raven couldn’t care less about romance for the time being, and is rather on the outside when it comes to seeing others in relationships.

Beastboy and his thoughts on Terra

After the ending of Season 5, episode “Things Change”, he comes to accept that he has work to do with the Titans and he stops pursuing Terra altogether. It takes him a long time to get over her, and even after the timeskip sometimes he thinks of her and gets depressed. He really feels like he lost something...He feels like no one will ever come to accept him or like him the way Terra did. He is at war with his hormones, always trying to flirt with civilian girls and seek approval in places he shouldn’t. In the end though, he is painfully single and is bogged down with feelings of loneliness. Beastboy acts tough, confident in himself and silly around the team, but sometimes, he just needs to brood in his room.

I always believed that had a season 6 ever was produced, beastboy and raven would have gotten together. Why did season 5 end on beastboy cutting ties with Terra, unless he was going to be set up with someone else? I always believed that last episode foreshadowed him moving on. Now that he has cut himself off from Terra and accepted her choice, i felt that it would have been an easy transition into bbrae becoming canon.

BBRAE. a general timeline...lots of parts are missing.

Firstly, Raven has always had a soft spot for Beastboy. It’s been shown time and time again in the 5 seasons of the original show. I want to state that i believe since Trigon is away from Raven now, she has become free in some sense, with her emotions. She still has to control herself from emoting too too much, but she is less vulnerable to exploding things with her powers come any sort of emotional distress.

My bbrae fan-theory has a general format i usually stick to but the details of it are somewhat blurry.

Things I MUST have in my bbrae timeline:

There must be an obligatory moment where Raven figures out she is in love with beastboy. There is a pivotal moment after the time skip, in which it clicks for her that her friendship with him is more than just friendship. It starts off slowly..them growing together. Raven is definitely the one who falls for beastboy FIRST. I like to think of a few of these scenarios to happen in a 6th season that brings raven and beastboy closer (kind of in chronological order) :

An episode dedicated to Raven figuring out Beastboy’s dark past with his parents and his fight with Sakutia disease. Whether it’s because he fights a bad guy from his past, becomes ill, or Raven steps into his mind. There are many ways for this kind of an episode to happen. I feel like once Raven learns that beastboy has his own skeletons in his closet, she becomes more sympathetic and nice towards him. It’s after an episode like this where she starts to call him Gar for the first time on special occasions.

An episode surrounding beastboy and Raven on a mission together, similar to when Raven had to go on her own to take care of Melvin, Timmy and Teether (episode “Hide and Seek”). A mission in which they are placed together and alone while the others are on other missions. I haven’t thought of what kind of mission it could be and how long it would last. I play around with the idea that raven and beastboy are chosen to be together based on their abilities so the mission would incorporate that. During this mission they are together alone and things could happen to bring Raven closer to him. Things like :

-Raven and Beastboy getting caught in a storm together and are forced to take shelter -Raven witnessing Beastboy being good with people/children/the elderly and it makes her smile -Raven and Beastboy forced to share a room/bed for the night (I realllyyyyy like this trope tbh ;A;) Beastboy could be accidentally cuddling Raven in his sleep and Raven could wake up to it. That, or Raven wakes up earlier than beastboy and notices him sleeping and she stares at his handsome, serene face and remarks, “...you know...I’ve never seen him look this...peaceful.” THERE ARE MANY THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN WITH THIS KIND OF TROPE AND I CAN’T SETTLE ON JUST ONE IDEA asdjkfhalkjsdfhaf -Good teamwork and sense of flow with each other when fighting bad guys. I need at least one good fight sequence of the two of them kicking ass and beastboy asking for a high-five afterwards from Raven xD -Raven and Beastboy getting ready to leave their mission having completed it, and Beastboy says something along the lines of, “I’m actually glad I was paired with you of all people Raven. Had it been anyone else, I might have ended up failing my mission.”

An episode where Raven is in danger, and Beastboy Transforms into the Beast to save her, getting nearly mortally wounded in the process. This would be the definitive episode, where Raven comes to realize her feelings for beastboy. I imagine that Beastboy and Raven have an argument earlier in the episode, where Raven walks away from it feeling like he doesn’t like her and still thinks she’s creepy. But the argument ends up being a misunderstanding on Raven’s part, and Beastboy was actually meaning something as a nice gesture. After she realizes Beastboy’s sacrifice, she visits him in the infirmary as he recovers. He is out of it for several hours and she feels awful about their argument, having nearly lost him. When he comes to, Raven asks him “why?...why did u go so far..for me? I thought you didn’t like me...” Beastboy would then reply with a heartfelt compliment to raven, and it would be revealed that the argument was a misunderstanding. Beastboy would smile and shrug off his wounds. He would say a heartfelt/emotional one liner, (don’t know what it is yet) but the moment he says it raven’s heart lights up and she feels love for the first time. she would inner monologue, “what...what is this? what’s...happening to me?” it would zoom in on beastboy’s smile and she would have a surge of all the memories of them up to that point, overflowing her until she nearly falls backward. Beastboy would ask her if she was ok, as she stumbles a little... and raven would say that she was fine and glad hes doing better...she would leave the room calm and cool , leaving beastboy none the wiser. The episode would end on that, but it would be the start to their relationship.

There would be other episodes and sillier lighthearted stuff surrounding the other characters. but in every other episode there would be cute bbrae moments every now and then sprinkled in. moments like:

-Beastboy shirtless in the training room, Raven oogling him on accident when trying to locate another team member. -An ending scene on an episode where the titans all look at the sunset, and raven looks over at beastboy, shining in the light. his handsome features would shine through, and she would blush and avert her eyes. he wouldn’t notice her gaze, of course. -A moment where beastboy flirts with raven jokingly, but Raven just stays silent, confusing beastboy who was accepting a snide remark in return -Raven having a nightmare about beastboy dying or getting hurt, and she goes to check on him in the middle of the night. He would be sleeping in his new queen size bed (i have a headcanon that he gets rid of his bunk beds sometime during the timeskip) and Raven would smile at his peaceful face. -Beastboy catching raven as she falls during a fight, Raven blushing and pushing away from him immediately -A moment in which Beastboy flirts with some civilian girls who laugh at him and reject him, and he moves on, without noticing raven was watching the whole time. She then explodes the girls’ drinks they were carrying in a form of rage and jealousy XD

I have many other ideas too for random moments. But now back to the main skeleton:

An episode in which Beastboy is upset because he sees Terra passing by on the street. He is reminded of his status as a single man, and sees love and romance everywhere he goes. he cannot escape it, coming home to star and rob shenanigans and cyborg is too busy teasing them that beastboy seeks solace with Raven. He admits how he felt about terra and how he feels lonely. Raven tries to keep her sadness and jealousy under wraps, and confides in beastboy that she feels alone too. beastboy assumed she was like not into romance or anything like that, to which raven replies with a blush and a comment like, “I’m a human too you know.” Beastboy would feel better after talking with her, and would end the episode by telling Raven that if she ever felt lonely, they could hang out sometime. raven would smile and say, “i said i was lonely, not desperate.” BB would roll his eyes and leave her room, smiling and saying that the offer was on the table still.

This episode would be the one that makes beastboy fall for Raven. I have no idea how it would start, but beastboy would invite Raven to go hang out with him. Raven would begrudgingly agree, and would be dragged into a friendly outing with her crush. Beastboy would ask raven to hold onto him as they rode his moped (sometime acquired between the timeskip), and raven would blush. they would wear civilian clothes during this outing. They would see a movie, and go to the bookstore. As Raven became comfortable being around beastboy, they even go to an arcade and raven starts getting into the videogames and kicking beastboys butt at his favorite games. Raven becomes so relaxed that she lets her guard down, and at one moment beastboy would make a joke about something silly, and raven would giggle and laugh out loud. Immediately, raven would realize what she had done and cover her mouth with her hands and blush. Beastboy meanwhile, just gasps and stares at her with big eyes. “did...did you just....laugh at one of my jokes?!” Raven would turn around and blush madly, saying nothing. Beastboy would then cock an eyebrow and smile the biggest smile he ever had. “After all tHESE YEARS! you think I’m funny!” Raven would blush and reply, “....one funny joke out of millions doesn’t make you funny beastboy.” Beastboy then steps back and notices something..he notices how she isn’t meeting his eyes with the regular cold, jeering glare but how she is really flustered and her eyes look soft..he sees the pink blush on her cheeks and realizes that he is correct... that she really DID think he was funny all those years...He also begins to suspect that in that moment, raven was actually...into him. Beastboy blushes deeply and starts stuttering, but then a few teenage civilians would walk by and interrupt the moment. “Hey it’s beastboy and Raven! cool! C-can we have a picture with you guys?! wow i can’t believe the teen titans are here!” The teens would snap a photo with the two blushing titans, and then start walking away. As they walk away, raven and beastboy overhear one of the girls state, “Wow they’re so cute! I never knew those two were a thing!” Raven and beastboy would blush furiously and beastboy would yell, “W-We’re JUST FRIENDS!” back at the civilians who are out of earshot. When he turns to raven, she looks beyond mortified. Beastboy’s ears droop as he feels like she is embarrassed to be with him. meanwhile raven is feeling the same, thinking that beastboy would never date a creep like her. They ride home on the moped in silence. As they return, raven thanks beastboy for the outing. he stutters and thanks her too. there is an awkward silence. “So, uh....” Beastboy would start, but raven would turn, say “goodnight.” and then leave the room.

An episode in which Beastboy fights Adonis again. Adonis threatens to hurt Raven and the other titans, but Raven doesn’t know that when beastboy and Adonis stand off, its about her. the team is separated from the fight. Beastboy ends up kicking adonis’s ass, but is beaten up pretty badly. by the time raven and the other titans get to beastboy, he collapses into starfire’s arms who catches him from falling. before he loses consciousness, he sees raven and smiles at her with a swollen black eye and beat up face. “Raven...good...y-you’re safe...now...” he passes out at that point, leaving the team to stare at raven and raven just as confused as everyone else.

An episode in which Raven finally admits her feelings for beastboy to herself. this episode would delve into her psyche again and feature her emotions again. she would be losing control of her powers, similar to the episode “Fear itself.” because she is denying her love for beastboy. she doesn’t want to pursue it in fear that he wont like her and fear of hurting him. When danger raises its head, beastboy is in trouble and is unable to be rescued by the rest of the team. They try, but no one is strong enough to overcome the villain without raven’s help. But raven is not able to use her powers because she is denying passion within her. Seeing Beastboy being held by a shocking device, each time the titans get close, the villain shocks beastboy and makes him scream in pain and agony. Raven finally cannot stand it, and her powers activate again. However, she isnt channeling all of her emotions together like in the episode “nevermore.” She is leaving passion out. Raven finds that she isn’t strong enough to defeat the foe, and finally gives in and accepts her passion for beastboy. As soon as passion enters the equation, raven becomes at least 10% more powerful than before. her love for beastboy fuels her, and gives her the extra edge to defeat the villain. beastboy is rescued by Raven who frantically takes the shocks off of his ankles and wrists. He starts to thank her, but is interrupted by her hugging him tightly, still fueled by her love for him. beastboy blushes and is shocked. raven holds him for a second, tenderly and closely. the episode ends there.

And I still have many more episode ideas that I’m currently working on. The skeleton would continue with one more final episode where beastboy and raven would finally confess to one another. I dont know what would force the confession, and i have no clue if either beastboy would confess first or raven would. Maybe people can give me ideas? :) I just have so many ideas of how it would all go. i lean more towards raven confessing first. because beastboy is so patient with her.

So the very very basic outline for bbrae canonization would be:

- Raven falls for beastboy first, Raven gets closer to beastboy, beastboy falls for raven, raven admits to herself that she loves him, either beastboy or raven confess their love to the other, they begin dating.

Once Beastboy and Raven are a couple

I have a headcanon that Raven would want their relationship to be a secret for a while. although they have confessed their attraction to one another, their romance is slow at first and is kept secret from the rest of the team. Beastboy is patient with raven, and accepts the fact that she isnt ready to go public with their love. The couple would give knowing glances to one another throughout the day, sometimes spend the night in each others rooms, send late night text messages, and secretly pine for one another while the other teammates are none the wiser.

I also have a headcanon that they dont share a first kiss for a while yet. beastboy is very hormonal and wants raven badly, but he is very patient and wants her to initiate it because he doesnt want to make her uncomfortable. Eventually it would happen, raven initiating it of course. she would probably kiss him quickly on the cheek, but beastboy would be so shocked and overcome by love that he would turn her face back to him, look her in the eyes, and they gently would both come closer and lock lips for the first time.

Starfire would eventually become the first one to know of the pair’s relationship shortly after robin proposed to her. i havent settled on how she would find out, but it would happen and their secret relationship would finally be announced to the rest of the team. at star and robs wedding, raven accidentally catches the bouquet, to star’s delight.

After beastboy and raven become a thing, raven almost exclusively calls beastboy “gar” or “garfield.”

As beastboy and raven grow older, beastboy changes his name to Changeling around the same time Robin becomes nightwing.

Another Time Skip

There would be another time skip near the end of the Teen Titans series, foreshadowing a spin off series about the teen titans next gen (lol i steal too many ideas from kishimoto-sensei lolololol) There are a few things that would happen.

Starfire and Robin become parents in their early 20′s. It’s after Starfire announces her pregnancy that bb and rae get married.

(*the rest of the series is based off of my original comic about beastboy and raven’s married life and the birth of their first child. If you want to read that comic, please go here. )

Beastboy and Raven would have a child two years after starfire and robin have their daughter.

Kid flash and Jinx would have a child too around the same time. Cyborg would adopt a child.

About a year and a half after their first child is born, beastboy and raven would have a second child.

The series would end, showing yet another time skip where their kids are now living in the tower, grown up into their teens themselves. the next generation would begin.

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So...yeah. lol obviously i have to work out this narrative, but that’s generally how I see bbrae becoming a thing. I know there are other things i glossed over. such as slade and other characters. but i mainly only hypothesize about my ship becoming canon tbh lolololol.

I have designs for the next gen kids,

And i’m currently working on more designs and a plot for the next gen series. lol

but you get NO SPOILERS for the next gen ! >:C

Let’s just say that old enemies return, family bonds are tested, and the old titans and the next gen titans have to work together to defeat the ultimate evil.

Anyway, thanks sooooooo much for reading all of this! ;A;

If you read all of this, congratulations you are now one of my favorite people ;W;

Please send me questions, suggestions, critiques, and please like and reblog...I would love your input! :3 This is just my version of how bbrae should be done. i love reading fanfics and other’s stories. let’s all share in the glory of bbrae shipping and hope for a season six one day xDDDDD

But yeah. Thank you. :) And I am out! xoxoxo

-Alex, Dec 2018-

(may edit later with updated thoughts, ideas and timelines.)

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